1720. Protection

Noah felt exhausted. His body was about to hibernate to take care of the many injuries and drawbacks that were afflicting his centers of power, but he forced himself to remain awake for a few more seconds.

His eyes moved among the environment. They inspected the white sky and the azure ground. They studied the laws that filled the world and tried to understand if they had ever suffered from the Devils' influence.

The inspection didn't reveal anything. The world didn't have anything strange. Noah and the others had returned to the other side of the Immortal Lands.

The landing on the familiar ground marked the end of Heaven and Earth's mission. The group didn't know how the battle among the rank 9 existences had ended. However, none of them care about that.

The army initially counted more than a hundred rank 8 cultivators, but the recent struggles had left only a few of them alive. Except for Noah's friends, less than twenty experts had survived the various punishments.