The mighty master of the Twelve Gates, the Great Witch who had brought endless calamities to Yaozhou, fell just like that in his own territory.
Xu Qing recalled the chaotic banner, withdrew his divine techniques, and changed into the mourning attire he had worn upon arrival, once again becoming the undertaker wandering the world.
On the Great Witch Dojo, the all-encompassing fog dissipated. Zhang Pingsheng and others looked around at the silent skeletal remains and the chaotic, disrupted ground.
On the east side of the dojo, in what appeared to be a deep crater caused by a meteorite, Xu Qing stood in a spotless white robe by a corpse.
Zhang Pingsheng and others exchanged bewildered glances.
Two Great Witches of the Twelve Gates, dead just like that?
Even Ascendant Fuluan, who knew of Xu Qing's capabilities, couldn't help but be inwardly astonished. The Sect Leader was becoming more and more unfathomable!