In the unknown skyline, a group of battle-worn Immortals stood in the sky, looking at the dazzling light in the southwest with pained expressions.
"Even Hall Master Hong…"
The light was unprecedentedly dazzling. Even from thousands of miles away, one could sense the terror that came from it.
Everyone knew it was Hall Master Hong's self-destruction. Only he, the existence second only to the three High Gods, could unleash such terrifying energy.
"Those demons are all dead?" Someone asked hopefully.
"The power of the demons is far more than that. The king behind them has yet to appear. Even if the ones here are all dead, what awaits us in the future will be an even more tragic battle."
The surviving Hall Masters all had heavy hearts.
Someone asked blankly, "What do we do next?"
Although everyone could escape, for the time being, no one had any idea what to do next.
