One day later.
Shen Fei sat cross-legged in the sky, looking at the information from the Breaking Abyss Army in his hand.
The cold wind howled, but there was not the slightest chill around, instead, it was as warm as spring.
The Empress walked through the air with her arms crossed, while Jasper Pool plucked her instrument idly, the melody scattered and disordered.
"Master, all the Abyssal Creatures within tens of thousands of miles have been captured and imprisoned in the Nine Realms."
Little Pu and others once again appeared beside Shen Fei.
"Has the Ghost Swordsman Corps been transformed?"
Shen Fei looked at the Celestial Dao Demon Venerable and found that there were indeed some changes.
The domineering demonic intent originally emitted from him seemed to have restrained a lot, instead, there was an ethereal, almost celestial aura.
"Transformed. Each type has been converted to a hundred."
The Celestial Dao Demon Venerable spoke.
