Ning Heyuan responded and stood to the side. Golden light dimmed in the distance as cold black rain fell from the sky. The devil cultivators remained silent, slowly retreating into the clouds.0

The faint golden light at the horizon faded. Ning Heyuan calculated for a moment; things on the Golden Feather Sect’s side were likely over. He felt at ease and looked ahead again. The black mist continued to recede, and the aerial battles all ended with the devil cultivators retreating in defeat.0

The demonic flames and golden lights all withdrew, and everyone put away their dharma lights, visibly relieved. Li Xuanfeng stowed away his golden bow and hovered in mid-air until the devilish clouds finally dispersed completely.0

"Return to Mount Bianyan." Li Xuanfeng ordered, and everyone quickly responded, flying back...0