The dust has settled, and all grace has dispersed.
In the haze, Xingtian's imposing figure still stands tall before the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Meanwhile, Chi You is pinned to the ground by the White Tiger, struggling in vain and unable to escape.
"Chi You, do you yield now?" Xingtian stepped forward, looking down at Chi You and asked indifferently.
Chi You, still as he ever was, flailed his limbs wildly, but his face appeared strangely stiff.
Feeling a bit puzzled, Xingtian moved forward to gently prod at the struggling Chi You, only to feel like he was poking into soft, yielding mud. His complexion changed instantly.
"Whoosh!"
