"Right here!"
It didn't take long for Jiang Chen to spot a black iron block not far away, gently suspended in mid-air, impervious to the surging energy of demise all around it.
And this block of iron was, astonishingly, a fragment of the Ancestral Witch's flagstaff.
The power of the Ruined Land was such that even Great Divine Transcendents could fall within and risk demise, and by the same token, if top Innate Spiritual Treasures ended up there, a single misstep could lead to their destruction.
Although the twelve-faced Ancestral Witch's banners were strong, they weren't top Innate Spiritual Treasures; they just began to touch upon the supreme level. In theory, they shouldn't be able to withstand the power of the Ruined Land.
However, the Ancestral Witch's banners were ultimately different; they were the Magic Treasures of the Ancestral Witches, the descendants of Pangu.
