Victory and defeat were decided, life and death were determined!
Outside the formation, Xu Yang was seated high in the clouds. With a wave of the Command Flag in his hand, suddenly a five-colored stream flowed beautifully away, revealing the scene within the formation.
Outside Long Yuan, another abyss formed, containing a ten-thousand-zhang dragon that was twisted in agony, showing a struggle full of suffering. Its purple scales had turned crystalline, and its flesh had turned to ash; it no longer harbored life, leaving only a Corpse Body.
Beiming Dragon Abyss, the grand Seven Calamities Demon Monarch, a master of great talents, was now subjected to a living refinement unto death.
This world... truly is unpredictable!
As the Demon Monarch's body lay in the abyss, before anyone could speak, they saw people kneeling on the ground, bowing towards the Master of Clouds, both inside and outside Long Yuan, at the mountain gates, and all around.
"Immortal, spare our lives!"