Ning Heyuan responded and stood to the side, as the distant golden light slowly dimmed, cold icy black rain scattering across the sky. The devil cultivators remained silent, retreating slowly back into the clouds.
The hazy golden light at the horizon withdrew. Ning Heyuan made some calculations, certain now that the Jin Yu Sect's matter had nearly ended. Relieved, he looked ahead: the black mist kept retreating, and every battle in the air concluded with the defeat and retreat of the devil cultivators.
The devilish flames and golden radiance all withdrew, and everyone retracted their Dharma light. With the weight lifted, Li Xuanfeng stowed his golden bow and stood mid-air, while the demonic clouds finally all flew away with the wind.
"Return to Bianyan Mountain."
Li Xuanfeng gave a brief order. The group hastily responded, all riding the wind to return. Their gazes met—every one of them was shaken and fearful.
