After several days passed.
The three Nascent Soul Sects within the Jiang Country had long lost their former imposing presence, leaving only devastation to tell the tale of their downfall in the cold wind.
The majestic White Bone City of the Black Evil Sect had collapsed more than halfway, with the remaining black demonic qi resembling thin black fog lingering between the broken walls, lacking its former ferocious life-devouring nature, now more like rootless duckweed, dispersing a bit with a gust of wind.
The scene at the Blood Soul Sect was even more tragic; the large blood-colored pool that once nourished the Blood Soul Banner had completely dried up, with the bottom cracked with web-like patterns.
On the altar by the pool, the tattered blood-colored banner swayed in the wind, with the once ferocious ghostly shadows imprinted on it fading to a light red, devoid of any creepy aura that ensnared living souls.
