This night, on two hills of West Mang Mountain, the light was splendid, and innumerable souls were ferried. Until the dawn was about to break, all the Soul Ghosts on these hills and the nearby ones had been swept away.
Just as Hou Niao had predicted, there was no clear distinction of superiority; but he also noticed that despite its effectiveness, such an operation consumed a great amount of Spiritual Power from the cultivators. Some of the weaker ones had nearly exhausted half of theirs.
This aspect demonstrated the Anhe Daoist Sect's ability to control a battle and also indicated that for their current Realm, casting spells all night was quite burdensome and not as effortless and breezy as imagined.
Throughout the night's resistance, Hou Niao had not drawn his sword, nor pointed a finger, and if he wished, he could even have lied down and slept at the center of the Array.
