"Boom!"
The blood-red gauze scattered, as the massive and menacing Demon Master Palace came crashing down.
"Pfft!"
Previously, the red clouds had funneled mana into the Nine-nine Soul Scattering Gourd, solely focused on reinforcing the defenses of the Red Sand. Now with the Red Sand exhausted, the ill-fated red clouds—which were not as robust as an Ancestor Witch—could not possibly withstand the weight of the Demon Master Palace.
"Swoosh!"
The Nine-nine Soul Scattering Gourd let out a mournful cry, landing a thousand feet away. The unfortunate red clouds were thoroughly flattened by the Demon Master Palace.
"Hehehe, I refuse to believe you didn't die from that!" Kunpeng sneered as he reached out his hand, and the Demon Master Palace shrank to the size of a palm, falling into Kunpeng's grasp.