As all the remnant souls were captured.
The shoulders of every team member relaxed, as though a mountain had been lifted from their backs. Their whole bodies felt light.
Taishang Immortal Emperor looked faintly stirred.
How many years had it been? How many years had it already been?
Ever since he had become an Immortal Emperor—no, ever since he had become a disciple of the Taishang Divine Palace—the Devil Race's Overlord Pan had been a colossal shadow hanging over everyone's heads. After he ascended to Immortal Emperor, an intense sense of crisis had lingered in his heart without end.
Everyone said that old ghost Taishang was too cowardly, always cautious, cautious, and cautious again.
But how many could truly understand that Taishang Immortal Emperor was not truly cowardly? The responsibility on his shoulders was simply too crushing, too immense.
He could not afford to lose, much less die.
And now, it was all over.
He wanted to shed a few tears of old age, but after blinking his eyes, he found not the slightest trace of tears.
"In the end, it still doesn't feel grand enough. It was too calm, too without ripples, lacking a little sense of reality." Taishang Immortal Emperor could not help sighing deeply. "This battle had none of the epic tragedy and grandeur it ought to have had."
Hearing this, Nanming Immortal Emperor, who had just come over, rolled his eyes at him irritably. "You old ghost Taishang, we finished the fight safely and peacefully, and you're still dissatisfied? Do you need seventy or eighty percent of us Immortal Emperors to die before you feel satisfied?"
"Not at all." Taishang Immortal Emperor had not expected Nanming to overhear his muttering and looked rather embarrassed. "It's just that I finally got fired up once, only for the