After An Beisan was struck dead, Wang Yan raised his hand and pointed at the black cloud in the sky.
The next moment, the black cloud instantly disappeared, and the entire sky returned to its bright and clear state.
The long purple feather from earlier had vanished, leaving only a single purple down floating down from the high sky.
This down was just a small piece from the long purple feather earlier. The purple lightning had completely consumed the long purple feather, leaving behind only this one piece of down.
Wang Yan raised his hand, caught the purple down in his palm, sighed, and said, "The power of this long purple feather is truly formidable, but it's a pity that now there's only this down left. However, it's not bad, for managing to kill An Beisan and completely eradicate the Scum Demon Race."
The purple down lay in Wang Yan's palm, tiny lightning bolts continuously dancing in his palm, making him feel an intense itch. He raised his hand to examine it closely.
