Shff—

The trunkless water elephant, huge as a statue, convulsed through its whole body, its belly heaving, its shattered eye sockets filled with unwillingness, and blew out its last breath.

A great demon on a level with a two-city White Jade Capital cultivator had lost the last of its life at last.

【White Jade Capital jade-eyed water elephant slain — total lifespan 362,000 years, 143,000 years remaining — fully absorbed】

The Immortal's Cave had never wanted for killing; there was no counting the cultivators and demons who had fallen in it.

But three White Jade Capital great demon generals dead in one engagement — count over every exchange the place had ever seen, and this one stood near the top for sheer savagery.

“Huh…”

Chiyang had spent about the least of anyone there. From beginning to end he had only worked that iron token; he had come through, one might say, without a scratch.

But watching those two spirit-puppets, lifelike to the last degree, turn into white light and pour into Sect Master Shen's brow.

He carried it worse than the gravely wounded Liu Shiqian did — breathing heavily, the disbelief in his eyes growing thicker and thicker.

His mind had been wholly on the Dragon Palace's great demon generals before. Only now, with the three of them dead, did it come home to him how absurd the thing was.

And what sort of man was Chiyang?

The Clear-Moon Sect stood among the Nanhong Seven, its standing beyond needing to be said, and he was one of only six great elders in it.

Held in check by several sect masters and a good many Dao-sons, he kept a certain humility — but confidence, as one of the strong, he did not lack.

And now he was being told that a terror stronger even than himself was no more than a dead thing.

A spirit-puppet Sect Master Shen could carry about with him.

A means as terrible as that — even with all a Clear-Moon elder had seen, it left him feeling a certain absurdity, and a certain fright.

Though set…