The battle had ended, and the various powers each took their leave to tend to their wounds.
The crowd of onlookers, who were cultivators too, dispersed one after another, no one daring to linger for fear of courting a fatal disaster.
Although the Heavenly Moon Sect was said to have been annihilated, Feng Wuchen and his group could not bring themselves to feel happy.
Atop the Tianyue Mountain arena, Liu Qingyang had lost his soul, almost puppet-like, his eyes devoid of any color.
"Dan Emperor, should we try to console Qingyang?" Chi Huang asked worriedly, unable to bear seeing the heartbroken Liu Qingyang.
Feng Wuchen shook his head and said, "Let him be alone for a while."
