With Elder Xun Zixian protecting him, Mo Hua was quite safe, but gazing at Yanluo Mountain, shrouded in Blood Qi and Spiritual Power running rampant, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of worry in his heart.
The turbulence of Spiritual Power and Blood Qi persisted, lasting for half a day before gradually ebbing away.
The Blood Qi in the air had gathered into a thick blood mist.
This siege had finally drawn to a close. Taoist Court cultivators were already tending to the aftermath.
The Demon Sect was defeated; all the Golden Core Demons they could kill were killed.
But it wasn't over yet.
There was still a large number of Demon Sect disciples fleeing like wild beasts and birds.
The Taoist Court was blocking off the exits, hunting them down one by one, trying to wipe them out completely, to prevent these remnants from escaping and bringing disaster to innocent cultivators.
