Having lost their geographical advantage, beneath the final counterattack of the experts of the Eight Extremities World, the Flame Devils were forced into retreat.
This great battle had finally reached the final stage where the final battle would be decided.
While the Flame Devils had retreated in defeat, Jing Zhong and the other Flame Devil Kings still possessed outstanding strength, while Yuan Zhengfeng and the others had experienced a fierce battle and were also greatly exhausted.
Still, the human experts still grit their teeth and pursued the Flame Devils all the way, striving to maximize their battle gains as well as completely driving the Flame Devils out of the Eight Extremities World.
Yan Zhaoge did not participate in the pursuit as he stood atop the crimson pagoda.
"The Flame Devils virtually do not forge artifacts. This pagoda also does not seem to be the handiwork of the Flame Devils," Yan Zhaoge pondered.
After pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge was also unable to grasp the gist of it.
However, this small crimson pagoda gave Yan Zhaoge the feeling that it had not been forged by the Flame Devil himself.
Instead, it seemed a little like it originated from the Eight Extremities World.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Then, was it some sort of fortuitous encounter, or was it given to the Flame Demon by someone else?"
Many thoughts flashed through Yan Zhaoge's mind for a time before they all settled down.
He tried to communicate with the crimson pagoda with his mind, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean. After the crimson pagoda fell silent, it seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and did not respond to any contact from the outside world.
Yan Zhaoge infused his true essence within the pagoda. The pagoda shook slightly, the coiling blue dragon patterns on its surface also lighting up.
Instantly, streams of qi, one hot and one cold, surged from within, feeding back to Yan Zhaoge.
The oceanic amount of spiritual qi within his body that had yet to be refined was already filled to the brim. Yan Zhaoge naturally did not continue absorbing it.
However, as the spiritual qi intermingled, a scene seemed to appear before Yan Zhaoge's eyes.
In this crimson world, the raging flames that should have been raging showed an abnormal state.
The flames were quiet and gentle, like flowing water.
In this world of scarlet flames, an icy-blue cloud gathered and dispersed. It wasn't as solid as ordinary ice, but it seemed to be active and restless.
Ice and fire were both abnormal, but they seemed to be in a strange harmony.
It made people feel as if they were supposed to be like this, or else it would be abnormal.
The profundities within were extremely profound.
Seeing this scene, many spiritual lights seemed to surface within Yan Zhaoge's heart, seemingly about to erupt.
"Oh, comprehending the profundities of this scene would indeed be quite beneficial for my martial cultivation," Yan Zhaoge tried keeping the entire crimson pagoda within his Shadow Shrinking Pouch.
As expected, it wasn't as restless as the True Dragon's body from before, needing the assistance of the Divine Palace's pillar to suppress it. Under the premise that the space within the Shadow Shrinking Pouch was large enough, the small crimson tower was stably stored inside.
Yan Zhaoge kept the small crimson pagoda, scanning their surroundings.
He saw that the people who were still at the scene had complicated expressions on their faces, and their gazes were focused on him.
The people who stayed to recuperate and did not chase after the Flame Devils were mostly heavily injured. They had expended too much of their energy and were already at the end of their tether.
However, as Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept over, he clearly saw some people who were in relatively better condition.
It was an elder with a square face and a wide mouth. His appearance was formidable to the extreme, and his gaze was focused as he stared at him.
While this was the first time they had met, Yan Zhaoge had long since seen the other party's appearance.
One of the Seven Reigning Suns, the Heaven Striking Lord, the Sacred Sun Clan's previous highest authority in the Outer East Sea, his position equivalent to Broad Creed Mountain's East Sea First Seat Elder Fu Enshu.
In the great battle earlier, the Sacred Sun Clan had also suffered some casualties. However, the Heaven Striking Lord had not been greatly depleted.
Normally speaking, he should have been pursuing the Flame Devils alongside Huang Guanglie. However, he had remained here now.
With the Flame Devils having been routed on all fronts, there was no need for a figure like the Heaven Striking Lord to make a move to clean up the remnants of the Outer East Sea.
Even using his knees to think, Yan Zhaoge knew what he had come for.
It was precisely this small crimson pagoda that he possessed.
The Flame Devils having been able to shake the flow of the earth veins on such a large scale in the foreign Eight Extremities World, this treasure had most likely played a huge role in it.
It was naturally only natural that the Sacred Sun Clan who was currently hard pressed by the Southern Underground Palace would set their eyes on this object.
If it was someone else's problem, Yan Zhaoge might help. However, if it was their mortal enemy, the Sacred Sun Clan, there was no need to even think about it.
Let alone the fact that the abnormalities in the Southern Underground Palace of the Sacred Sun Clan were precisely Yan Zhaoge's handiwork.
Yan Zhaoge didn't care about the Heaven Striking Lord who was eyeing them like a tiger watching its prey.
While Fu Enshu's injuries were very severe, a Jade Sea City Elder who wasn't injured at all also remained where he was.
Even though they didn't know what the Sacred Sun Clan wanted to do, Jade Sea City had always been paying attention to this mortal enemy. The Heaven Striking Lord's abnormal actions immediately drew their attention, with an Elder specifically remaining behind.
At this moment, the two sides were locked in a stalemate, their auras fierce.
The Heaven Striking Lord's gaze shifted between Yan Zhaoge and that Jade Sea City Elder, his gaze heavy at times, restless at others as he remained silent for a long time.
The strange atmosphere between the two sides gradually drew the attention of others.
As time passed, seeing that things couldn't be done, the Heaven Striking Lord finally retracted his gaze, turning to leave.
The group of great grandmaster experts also dispersed.
With the battle still not over, these heavily injured Martial Grandmaster experts did not go to the frontlines, instead turning to dealing with the aftermath. While settling the rear, they led other martial practitioners with lower cultivation bases in clearing away the remaining Flame Devils on the great sea.
After such a tragic great battle, the spiritual qi cycle of the Outer East Sea had virtually collapsed, a great number of lifeforms having perished within, causing this place to virtually become a land of death similar to the Earth Domain.
Even though it was connected to the Inner East Sea as well as the South Sea, North Sea and Far Ocean, a very long time would be needed for it to recover to its previous environment.
And everyone knew that the door to the Flame Devil World was ultimately here. The Outer East Sea would also be a battlefield of a hundred battles in the future, and it would probably be very hard for it to remain peaceful.
As Yan Zhaoge remained behind, news from the frontlines also came in unceasingly.
Yuan Zhengfeng and the other peak experts had pursued them all the way, completely driving the Flame Devil race out of the Eight Extremities World.
While the Flame Devils had been defeated, they had many experts, most of whom had safely returned to the Flame Devil World. However, following Cheng Huang, another Flame Devil King had been eternally buried in the Eight Extremities World.
For the peak experts of the human race, the Lord of Turbid Wave Pavilion An Qinglin, the Lord of Jade Sea City Song Wuliang as well as the Painting Saint Old Man Mo had all been heavily injured.
Still, no Martial Saint expert had perished.
With the great battle having come to an end, there were still many things that had to be taken care of afterwards, but it was at least no longer a situation of turbulence.
It was instead the words of the Painting Saint Old Man Mo, who had always transcended worldly affairs, before returning to Verdant Pill Island that caused many thoughts to flow through everyone's minds.
"Great Rider of Dragons, one hand supporting the heavens; Broad Creed Mountain's Yan Zhaoge's future is limitless."
Countless thoughts circulated within everyone's hearts, finally all transforming into a single exclamation of praise.
Henceforth, the name of the Great Rider of Dragons Yan Zhaoge would be passed down in this world. (To be continued.)
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