They had been locked in bitter battle for a day and a night, crazed with killing, both body and mind exhausted beyond description.
At that moment, they noticed that the black smoke had ceased, the Fierce Ghosts were gone, and the massive Evil Spirit python had also disappeared.
The world fell silent.
"Heh, is it over just like that?" Fan Qiulai let out a bitter laugh, nearly collapsing from fatigue.
Unfortunately, things did not go as they wished.
Ripples appeared on one side of the Array.
Shadows passed through the Array and entered.
Four people led the way.
Twelve more followed behind them.
Yan Jingfeng stood stiffly alongside the group of people.
Fang Zhixing glanced over them and recognized only one; the rest were all strangers he had never encountered before.
"The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect, it's actually you!"
Suddenly, Fan Qiulai exclaimed, his eyes fixed intently on one of the leaders.
