People sparsely stood scattered among the ruins.
Many buildings were even cut off at the waist, completely losing their ceilings, resembling open boxes.
Streams of black smoke drifted out from deep crevices from time to time.
Everyone's gaze converged on that last Spirit Disaster Gate. As long as the Spirit Disaster was closed, the Black Disaster would actually not be too tough for Magicians to handle.
The Yin Qi Sky Pillar constantly tumbled, rotated, and surged.
Under Quan He's successive handprints, it was continuously constrained and bound.
Hiss!!
In an instant, a black pearl shot out, entering into the Heavenly Pillar.
That was the initially sealed Spirit Disaster Monster, now precisely shot into the Heavenly Pillar.
Silently, the pillar began to slowly contract, becoming thinner, visibly shrinking.
One minute.
Two minutes...
Puff!
