Celestial Sea, the peaks were strewn with fallen magical spirits.
Each one, if singled out, could become a leader of a domain, yet now they were all battered, either missing an arm or a leg, writhing painfully on the ground, angrily gazing up at the summit.
The mountaintop that once stood as the Celestial Sea Palace was now a wasteland, with a robust figure, bare-chested, muscles twisted like a demon's, standing atop it, stepping on an old evil being whose body was covered in blood and immortal clothes were torn.
The old evil being no longer possessed a trace of celestial or demonic aura, lying on the ground like a dead dog, stepped on the face by the chairman, unable to struggle free.
"I endured you for so many years, not because you were strong, but only because Bu'Er was by your side, the Four Great Evil Spirits were nothing in my eyes." After saying this, the chairman kicked the old evil away like trash.
