By now, the fighting on the final battlefield had gradually subsided.
Under Xingtian's lead, he had already dealt with all ninety-nine Furious Flame Lion Riders, harvesting a great number of souls and condensing them into Execution Corpse Spirit Fruits.
Black streams of air emanated from Xingtian's entire body, surging like Demonic Qi reaching for the heavens. Behind him, the Devouring Demon Tree rustled as it swayed, having already recovered to a height of a hundred feet.
Xingtian's figure was burly. Standing beside Hong Yu, he stared straight ahead. "Big Brother, they're all dead!"
His expression was still simple and honest, yet his face was devoid of emotion.
But hearing his words, no one dared to underestimate him!
Hong Yu nodded faintly. "You've worked hard."
Xingtian scratched his head, standing guard by Hong Yu's side like an iron tower.
