"Ah—!!"
Amidst the piercing screams, Xuanyuan Sha's Primordial Spirit was torn into pieces by the Thunder, eventually turning into specks of Spiritual Light and dissipating into the heavens and earth.
In the next moment—
"Wooo wooo wooo..."
A shadowy wind suddenly arose, enveloping the entire mountain range with a grey mist seeping from the void.
The mist was filled with the lingering obsessions and resentment of a Spirit Severing Realm expert who had fallen, with twisted faces faintly visible within, letting out harrowing wails.
Zhou Qing stood beneath the Blood Phoenix's phantom, his black robe fluttering fiercely in the shadowy wind.
He glanced coldly at the mountain range tainted by negative emotions; with a single beckon, Xuanyuan Sha's remaining Storage Bag flew into his palm.
Then, his form flickered, returning instantly to the cave entrance.
Inside, three thousand pregnant women were curled up in iron cages, forming a dead silent array.
