The battle raged on, with four ancient spirit projections besieging Pu Lingzi alone.

The aftermath of the great battle crushed the mountains, forming a massive basin. If not for the protective formation around the Imperial Capital, it would have been reduced to ruins.

The fierce Yan Luo roared, bathed in blood, eyes red with fury, swinging his axe wildly without any technique left.

The Old Ancestor of the Pu family swung his palm furiously, unable to comprehend why his descendants, so powerful, had to become servants of the Ji family. He needed to vent his rage.