Timat was bleeding but it was nothing for a Sun Tier. He could heal on his own even without harvesting a soul.
The Sky Realms in the caskets were dead, fried by Heavenly Wrath while still connected to any puppet on the surface.
The lightning had lanced out in all directions but had only destroyed maybe a tenth of the puppets he had. Compared to the rest, it was good news.
The ancient tethers holding the floating land masses had been destroyed. The artifact anchors were intact but the actual spirit Qi had been corrupted by Fiend Qi.
In fact, Timat saw that all his tendrils into Orwellia Empire on the surface or in any exposed area had been burnt out entirely. No cultivator could do that kind of damage, only Heaven and Earth could.
"A Divine Dragon! It is a spirits' cursed Divine Dragon!" His rage was without a vent as most of those he could kill were dead, further their souls were gone.
