Eventually, when the world-destroying demonic light faded, even the divine runes of the Myriad Saints Manifestation Scripture had been partially worn away in the void.
The bone scythe, which had been bound in place, had vanished at some unknown moment.
Jiang Chengxuan looked toward where the Desolate Blood Demon Immortal had once stood—only to find that his figure had completely disappeared,
Leaving behind nothing but an empty and deathly silence, wordlessly testifying to the brutality of this battle.
"What a pity… these old monsters, every one of them as cunning as ghosts…"
Jiang Chengxuan couldn't help but glance around the deep void, muttering with a hint of regret.
The Grandmaster of the Wandering Path hadn't died either—he could sense it clearly.
Though they had been defeated, they certainly hadn't been killed outright. With tens of thousands of years of accumulated power, how could a Golden Immortal fall so easily?
