"The leader of the demonic cult is dead..." A voice echoed among the transcendents.
The formations that the demonic sect used to cause chaos in the demonic Qi of the deadlands could only be activated and maintained by the cult leader himself.
They were sure that he wouldn't deactivate them, not before dealing the final blow to the orthodox alliance. So there was only one possibility: Xue Mochen was dead.
"We need to get to the reserve army now!" Yanxiao roared and the teleportation artifact they had prepared glowed with an intense golden light.
Before they were teleported, Yanxiao used his Qi to grab the chubby man. "You're coming with us."
The moment Yanxiao's voice fell silent, the bodies of the twelve transcendents and Heidu disappeared.
The space around them shook violently before revealing the forest of the fallen moon, which now could no longer bear that name.
The fragments of its fake moon were scattered on the ground, as was one of the Tang family's arks, cut in half.
