The entire lake, at this moment, had not only lost its pollution but also every spark of spirit mechanism.
The surroundings were akin to a place at the End of Dharma, turned into a desert devoid of spiritual energy.
Even the corpses underfoot and the body of the lake, due to the lingering Karma Fire, continued to maintain a faint pulse, emanating radiation from Karma Fire, cutting off all spirit mechanisms and pollution.
Wang Zijia realized something and, subconsciously putting his fingers together to form a sword, gently swiped at the body of the Demon Blood below.
"Poof!"
The demon, seemingly unscathed and unburnt, collapsed into dust with such disruption, vanishing as if eroded by wind, swiftly disappearing without a trace.
