Chi Jark and Xiao Rulong could no longer sense even a hint of the auras of those from the Sword Saint Palace; only the Heaven Guard Monument, standing before them like a mountain, still radiated an immensely powerful divine might. The desire to prostrate oneself before it had not diminished in the slightest.
"A Great Power of the Yin-Yang Realm, just like that, obliterated by you, Ye Feng!?"
Chi Jark muttered as he frantically searched with his spiritual power, but indeed, he could no longer detect the presence of anyone from the Sword Saint Palace; it was as if they had truly vanished from the face of the earth.
Ye Feng's face recovered somewhat, and his thoughts stirred!
In front of them, the Heaven Guard Monument, as imposing as a mountain, rapidly shrank in place, continuously shrinking until, after a moment, the once mountain-like monument was again reduced to a small stele in the palm of Ye Feng's hand.
