The earth-shaking battle had finally ended.
Smoke and turbulent currents of laws slowly settled, and the devastated battlefield at last fell quiet.
Shiheng swept a hand out, spreading his vast Divine Soul across the entire battlefield.
He gathered every last spoil from afar—the storage rings left by the Demon Race experts, the Earth Element Highgod Divine Core, the damaged Demon Soldier weapons, and everything else—leaving nothing behind.
After collecting all the supplies, he sat cross-legged in midair, closed his eyes, and briefly regulated his breathing.
The bloody battle had pushed the fighting to its limits. Not only had he slain a Seven-Star Fiend, but the Four Laws within him had also been tempered and elevated, while the foundation of his Divine Soul had deepened through mortal combat.
The Fused Divine Power circulating through his body slowly calmed. All the energy expended in the fierce battle was replenished, and his foundation remained solid, without the slightest instability.
A short while later, Shiheng opened his eyes and spread his divine sense once more, bringing hundreds of thousands of miles of wilderness within his perception.
He repeatedly searched underground fissures, hidden corners of dense forests, and beneath shattered demon corpses, confirming that no surviving members of the Demon Race remained concealed and that there were no hidden traps or contingency measures.
This was no place to linger.
He moved, disappearing into the void as he sped toward the location he had previously agreed upon with Yuan Xiao and Yuan Su.
Before long, a metal shuttle appeared low in the distant sky, moving as slowly as a crawling turtle.
With a sweep of his divine sense, Shiheng instantly saw everyone inside the cabin. It was indeed Yuan Xiao's group.
He inwardly counted himself fortunate. The battle just now had been so tremendous, its terrifying