The dust settled in half a day, and the shockwaves around the Wu Family Estate abruptly stopped, as if under someone's casual control.
The common people outside were not affected at all.
In five directions, old men all breathed a sigh of relief, whispering, "I didn't expect the master's cultivation level to have advanced to this degree!"
"Able to wield the Demon Sword, only the master could do it, it seems."
"We can rest assured and enter seclusion!"
"If the Demon Race does not emerge, neither will we."
"Save our lives for the battle against the Demon Race!"
The five old men sighed deeply together, and disappeared from their original spots.
Amid such destructive force, over ten thousand loose cultivators within the Wu Chengzong estate, men and women of all ages, and eleven Human Immortals were all reduced to ashes.
The magical weapons of the loose cultivators were easily torn to pieces, leaving not a trace, turning to dust and returning to the universe.
