In mid-air, a number of disheveled figures reappeared; clearly, those martial artists who had been caught in the Spiritual Power tide were in a sorry state. Naturally, some of the weaker ones had already been ground to dust by the tide, leaving no corpse behind.
As the Spiritual Power tide receded, the tropical forest was revealed once more. In the primeval forest, which blocked out the sun, ancient trees with strange, buttressed roots stood tall and lush. Puddles dotted the ground everywhere; the dappled sunlight filtered through the canopy, falling into these pools like white jade basins, glowing with brilliance.
At this moment, Ye Han landed on the branch of a massive tree, holding the Purple Gold Dao Fruit in his hand, his face wreathed in smiles.
Chapter 215