Desolate Ridge Battlefield.
The dark clouds dissolved, the azure light dispersed, and both the Azure Dragon's enormous claw and the Purplegold Divine Peak had vanished.
The storm and the aftershocks of energy swept through.
Billowing dust drifted down and settled, revealing a battlefield in ruins.
The peaks that had surrounded the depression had all had their summits sheared off, and some had collapsed outright.
Cracks spread across the ground like a spiderweb, forming countless shocking ravines.
Gu Chenfeng stood alone amid the ruins. The azure light and dragon scales on his body rapidly receded, restoring his human form.
He lowered his head and looked at the pit beneath him, hundreds of zhang deep.
He knew that Ye Beixuan was utterly dead, destroyed in both body and soul.
"Phew...!"
Only now did he let out a long breath, as though a great weight had been lifted.
His taut body went slack like a deflated ball. He swayed as he drifted back to the ground, stumbling and nearly falling onto his backside.
At that moment, the color visibly drained from Gu Chenfeng's face, leaving it pale as paper.
His aura was also exceedingly faint, his energy all but exhausted.
He was so weak that he narrowly avoided fainting on the spot.
Gu Chenfeng hurriedly took out a handful of precious pills-for healing, restoring energy, and nourishing the Divine Soul-and stuffed them straight into his mouth.
Without even chewing, he swallowed them whole.
Only after a short while did he recover a little vigor.
Against Ye Beixuan in his half-demon state, Gu Chenfeng had indeed given his all.
Not only had he mobilized the five kinds of Heaven and Earth Origin Power within him to attack.
He had also used the Secret Art he had just comprehended from the Azure Dragon Origin, the