Fortunately, the God Capturing Pearl itself was a powerful Immortal Artifact, possessing extremely strong defensive capabilities. Otherwise, under the impact of such fierce battle aftermath, it would have surely been shattered into powder.
Time passed bit by bit. An hour later, the space within the God Capturing Pearl finally quieted down, and the earth-shattering battle had ended.
Looking at the scene within the space now, it was already a mess, with the surface scarred and devastated.
Everywhere were collapsed rocks and huge cracks; in some places, even a large expanse of scorching magma appeared, constantly churning and emitting a burning aura.
On a rock in a certain ruin, the twenty-five Dragon Clan Old Ancestors had reverted to human form.
They were all sprawled on the ground, their bodies covered with sword marks of varying depths, blood continuously seeping from their wounds, looking exceptionally miserable.
