The White Bone Demon Banner was destroyed, the blood pool exploded, and a striking firework appeared in the sky, shooting straight up to the clouds.
When Ye Rong had shattered the third White Bone Demon Banner, a few noisy voices came from outside the mountain walls, and finally, other Qingcheng disciples had arrived. These fireworks could be seen even from a hundred miles away, and anyone but a fool would come to this place to take a look and figure out what had happened.
A moment later, as expected, Jiang Gong Wang Yue and others came in, staring blankly at everything that had taken place here.
They had made various guesses, such as the possibility of an ongoing fierce battle, or the Qingcheng side about to lose, but they never thought of the outcome already been decided.
"That's the White Bone Demon Banner!"
A stunned youth, who couldn't grasp the situation, shouted and thrust the sword light in his hand towards the White Bone Demon Banner, intending to strike it hard.
