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Whoosh—

A vast heavenly wind swept in from the far west, whipping up rolling yellow sand like an invading dust storm. In truth, the earlier battle had been so fierce that it had shattered thousands of miles of land, creating this very scene.

After learning that Chu Liang had indeed returned to Shushan, the Human Race allied army led by High Person Wenyuan did not continue pressing the matter.

Slaying the remaining eighth-realm Demon Kings was unrealistic. If they truly hardened their hearts, they might have been able to massacre every lesser demon they could see. But then the Demon Kings would lose all restraint.

If they followed suit and launched devastating attacks on Human Race cities, the Human Race's powerful cultivators would have an equally difficult time dealing with them.

Thus, once the battle had shattered the far west, the Human Race experts withdrew.

What remained was an even more desolate, blood-soaked wasteland. Qingqiu in particular had suffered the worst damage; the villages Caiyi had spent centuries building had been destroyed in a single day.

Seven Kings Ridge, made of exceptionally sturdy material, had not been destroyed. Though the temple atop it had suffered a blazing inferno from Empress Feng, it was ultimately a place where the Demon Race worshipped its gods, not something that could be reduced to ashes so easily.

Only Changfeng was nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the Samadhi Divine Fire scattered around, it was not hard to imagine that he had likely fallen victim to Shushan's Empress Feng.

After performing a divination, the High Priest confirmed that Changfeng's soul had been extinguished.

Another one of the Demon Race's already scarce great Demon Kings had fallen!

It was a loss they had not suffered in thousands of years. For a moment, the gazes of the