The Heavenly Demons who could flee fled, those who could die died!
The geniuses of the Taichu World, previously in a sorry state and wailing in misery, suddenly cheered up in the blink of an eye.
The situation changed too quickly, leaving everyone stunned.
"Brother Yang!"
"Brother Yang!"
"Brother Dao!"
Yang Ji descended rapidly, and a group of geniuses from the Taichu World gathered around him.
"Is everyone alright?" Yang Ji looked around and noticed that not many from the Taichu World were left.
It seemed the battles of the past hundred years had been exceedingly brutal.
However, those who remained were leader-class geniuses, whose strength was enough to qualify them as true disciples at any time.
The main problem was Mo Wudao; he was too abnormal, causing heavy losses to the Taichu World.
Thankfully, they hadn't been completely wiped out!
"We're fine, we really owe Brother Dao this time," Dao Yi said, cupping his fist as a gesture of respect.
