Wang Yuan's divine light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and the "Eighteen Mud Plough Ghost King" also thunderously dissipated.
Deprived of its master, the "Fengdu Iron Enclosure" instinctively carried his "corpse" and slowly descended.
Just like Thousand Phases Master, he couldn't escape the Three-Life Stone's inescapable assassin either.
Inside the Dragon Transformation Hall, the Taoist Heavenly Prison rose from the ground once again.
"Ha... hahaha... hahahaha..."
After the great battle, even he himself was severely wounded.
But as he looked around and found no more enemies worthy of battle, he couldn't help but let out a wildly arrogant laugh.
"Mine, it's all mine now! Hahahaha..."
As the unsettling changes unfolded one after another, the surviving members of the Ghost Dao Alliance Army's faces immediately turned pale, unable to comprehend how things had reached this point.
