The great battle has ended.
The Great Venerables left with their disciples, departing from the Holy Realm of Battle Saint Peak.
The Ten Thousand Demon Array has been broken, but around the mountain gate, there are countless severed limbs and remnants... This battle was exceptionally fierce, with many Great Demons perishing and becoming lost souls of the array, and after the array's destruction, those souls and their grievances dissipated along with it. If this place was not the Ancient Holy Land of Great Ape Mountain, accumulated over a thousand years of incense, it would have become a graveyard filled with overwhelming resentment.
"Your Highness, Holy Prince, fellow Daoists."
Silver Moon Great Venerable bowed and said, "I have important matters to attend to, so I will not stay."
The Great Array is finally broken.
A joyful celebration turned into a killing tribulation.
At this moment.
None of the Great Cultivators felt like lingering in conversation.
