The tremor that just shook heaven and earth was simply too immense. If the new Snake King of the Snake Race and the White Demon King had fought to their mutual destruction, no one would have been surprised.
The Immortal Spirit Peacock immediately searched for its master, but the sky was a clear, cerulean blue, unstained by even a wisp of a cloud.
Mist clung to the distant mountains and a cool, gentle breeze blew. Everything had returned to a state of peace, yet nothing was as it had been.
'Did they really destroy each other?'
The demons below stared up at the sky, their faces a mixture of disbelief and horror, but they still couldn't find anything.
All they could see in the distance was the graceful Immortal Spirit Peacock, shuttling back and forth across the sky like a patrol plane.
'Is he dead?'
