The only one from the Chan Sect who could still remain conscious was Ci Hang, but her Daluo Dao Fruit had shattered. She was barely hanging on to life, while Chi Jingzi, Master Taiyi, Yun Zhongzi, and the others were completely shattered, their Divine Souls trembling, barely clinging to their last breaths.
On the Shang Army's side, there was only one sentence to be uttered: no one survived!
Oh, except Shen Gongbao—this guy had gone out seeking reinforcements and managed to dodge the calamity.
The underworld thundered incessantly, with countless ghosts wailing and Spirits howling. Even Lady Houtu herself had to exert great effort to stabilize the earth.
The Heavenly Court's Palace of the Polestar teetered precariously, and the thirty-six layers of heaven—which had already been damaged from the Ancient Witch Clan's attack on the heavens—showed signs of collapsing almost entirely.
As for the culprit, Kunpeng, he had long disappeared, clutching a strand of red light in his hand.
