Some demons, dawdling aimlessly, just... awoke to the spirit of selfless devotion.
Wu Wang sat on the back of that bald eagle, following the clouds and the breeze, slowly drifting away toward the dawn on the horizon.
At the mountain peak, a crowd gathered around Ba Li, who had reverted to his soul form as a Ba Serpent, watching the Human race Martial Artist, Wu Wang, gradually disappear into the distance.
"What a good person."
"He actually didn't kill us."
"It's unclear just what sort of powerful existence he is, to be able to battle Lord Ba Li for three days and nights."
Above the group of demons, the Ba Serpent's eyes shone with warm Divine Light as he sighed softly in his heart.
Thank you, Qing Shan, for pointing out the path to me.
Wu Wang, who was far away flying on the bird, couldn't help but look back with a guilty conscience.
Ah, good that they didn't follow.
