In the Wave Listening Pavilion that had a faint pervading scorching smell in it, Ji Hao was sitting in the middle of the great hall, with Ao Li, Feng Qinxin, Jin Tu sitting on his left side, and Elder Destiny and a group of ancestor soul elders under Elder Destiny’s lead sitting on the right.
Outside the pavilion, dragons and phoenixes were flying in the sky while beasts were roaring rumbly. The over a hundred thousand elite Western Wasteland warriors under Jin Tu’s command had been reorganizing their battle formations, preparing for another war against those holy spirits.
Over three-hundred thousand holy spirits had gathered over from every corner of Pan Xi world. In addition to that, they had also forcibly awakened hundreds of ancestor souls up from the flower of great Dao.