The Light-Devouring Spirit-Severing Array dissipated, and the boundless mountain wilderness appeared once more.
The Thunder Pool Forbidden Ground shone in the sky. Even miles away, one could see an enormous yin spirit gradually falling apart as the Zhenglun Sword ate away at it, its face contorted in agonized howls, yet not a sound reached the outside.
In the rainforest, a party of five hid cautiously on a mountaintop. Gazing at the flashing thunderclouds on the distant horizon, He Can hardly dared breathe. "That's clearly Sixth Realm old devils fighting. Shouldn't we run? We can still get out alive if we leave now."
Mao Chunniang had fallen for the Corpse Ancestor's nonsense and followed him inside to find a way back to her peak. But before they had accomplished anything, they had stumbled into a situation beyond their control. She was also somewhat afraid of dying here, and for once, she sided with He Can:
"The one who attacked just now looked like Ancestor Huaxian. If even Ancestor Huaxian fell into their trap, I'm afraid we can't stand against them. As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood..." Mo Hunsheng, however, looked quite calm as he said seriously:
"No opportunity in this world can take me to heaven in a single step, and the Nether God Sect has nothing left. If I want to return to my peak, I can only snare a white wolf with empty hands and steal from others. But the Righteous Path is united in wanting to drag me back to the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, and those of the Unorthodox Dao are surely watching our movements in secret to found sects and become patriarchs themselves. With a handful of rotten fish and shrimp like us, even if someone stood still and let me