In just a moment, the filth and oppression of Chang'an had already been purified.
The power called upon from the Yellow Springs Underworld lost its core and was forced back by the mortal world.
The area of this Chang'an was much smaller than that of the Minotaur before, covering only the small patch that included the village chief's house, doubling as a Divine Hall.
However, even so, the filthy aura of Chang'an had already, in this small area and brief time, either attracted demons from the mortal world or summoned Hungry Ghosts from the Yellow Springs, leaving considerable nasty remnants here.
"Leave these two to me, meow!"
Ah Xiu was a step slower than Lann, and when she, holding Rong Buqiu, burst through the already fractured gate of the village chief's yard, an expanse of grayish-white and silent Chang'an was just vanishing before her eyes.
