The boundless Yellow Heaven Divine Smoke completely dissipated.
Along with it vanished the Five-Colored Thunderclouds and the endless Wind and Fire.
Taoist Ming Yu recalled his Celestial Warriors, and Zhuo Qingyan dispersed the Dragon-locking Light Curtain. Aside from the vast expanse of clouds being torn asunder, leaving only the great sun hanging alone in the sky, not even the chirping of insects or birds could be heard in the surroundings.
"Huh? It's over?"
Inside Daluo Palace, the crowd of pilgrims stared at the now-empty battlefield in the sky. Just moments ago, figures had been clashing amidst rampaging wind, fire, smoke, and lightning, but now not even a trace of them remained.
Seeing the reactions of the Daluo Palace Daoists around them, everyone understood clearly that Daluo Palace had won the battle. Someone had come aggressively to cause trouble, only to smash into an iron plate—they hadn't even managed to escape.
