With Elder Xun Zixian protecting him, Mo Hua was quite safe. But looking at the scene of Yanluo Mountain shrouded in blood fog and rampant spiritual power, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
The spiritual power and blood Qi continued to resonate, lasting for a full half day before gradually subsiding.
The blood Qi in the sky had already condensed into a blood mist.
This siege had finally drawn to a close. Cultivators from the Taoist Court were already performing the cleanup.
The Demon Sect was defeated, and all the Golden Core Demons that could be killed were killed.
But it wasn't over yet.
There were still large numbers of Demon Sect disciples scattering like birds and beasts.
The Taoist Court was blocking the roads, hunting them down one by one, trying to eliminate them to prevent these remnants from escaping and harming innocent cultivators.
The great battle was over, but small-scale skirmishes continued to erupt here and there across Yanluo Mountain.
