Eastward the river flows for thirty years, westward for another thirty...
Returning to the cave, Hong Yuan silently mused. He lay back on the ice, turned over, and closed his eyes to rest. This battle had hardly cost him any effort; if he hadn't intended to subdue Li Jianqiu, it would have ended even quicker. Unknowingly, his Demonic Body had already thoroughly become an exceptional Heavenly Talent, one without the slightest dilution.
「Elsewhere.」
On the battered battlefield, the demons' thoughts began to stir. They sent out detailed accounts of the battle, and a storm began to brew.
