After the great war, the Xumi Abyss was unrecognizable.
The primordial mountain ranges, the majestic peaks, all had been leveled to the ground.
Deep within the Xumi Abyss was now nothing but yellow sand, and even the peripheries were in complete disarray, truly a pity for the many heavenly treasures and earthly riches of the abyss.
Glancing at the gravely wounded diviner, Feng Wuchen descended with the diviner onto the unrecognizable land.
The diviner's injuries were severe; escape was impossible.
"Nangong Zhan, Bai Mie, go and see if that guy is dead," Feng Wuchen said.
"Yes, Hall Master!" The two immediately flew off, and despite having only just started to recover from their injuries, they weren't worried that Yin Yang Shifeng had the strength to stand up again.
With the Dark Demon Panther making its move, even if Yin Yang Shifeng was not dead, he was surely crippled.