Four hours later.
The sandstorm that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers once again vanished into the space, whirling away and disappearing as if it had never appeared.
However, on the ground, even the colossal palatial complexes were destroyed by this sudden sandstorm.
Initially, within a thousand-mile radius, it was filled with the elite forces of the Yaksha Clan, their arrogance almost piercing through the sky.
But now, the forces and heads of the Yaksha Clan were nowhere to be seen.
Just a sandstorm, and all the elite forces of the Yaksha Clan were slaughtered, not a trace remained, including those old monsters at the Unification Realm, none survived.
Three miles from the Sky-reaching Altar, a tattered, dim Nascent Soul bore a look of heartbreak and despair. This person was none other than the Clan Leader, Night Demon True Man.
