Bang!
The Dujiao White Flood Dragon's corpse crashed to the ground, smashing into the solid earth and sending mud soaring several yards high with a dull boom. A streak of golden light shot out from its skull and fled at top speed.
A group of Cultivators stationed at Crimson Sunset Fortress stared at the scene before them, their mouths hanging open in shock for a long while.
This had been an upper-grade Demon King. A single volley launched by more than ten thousand people had been effortlessly blocked by it alone, and the power it unleashed with every gesture had made their hearts tremble.
Yet only moments later, this mighty Demon King bearing Dragon Race blood had become a cold corpse, with only its Demon Core fleeing for its life.
For a moment, everyone gained a deeper understanding of the phrase "changing in an instant." Even a being as powerful as a Demon King seemed exceptionally fragile in a war on such a scale.
The Human Race's strength had never rested solely upon any individual. It lay in their peerless collective wisdom, and the Hundred Arts of Cultivation were the crystallization of that wisdom—their greatest source of confidence in this war.
Even without their own Golden Core Cultivators joining the battle, they could still accomplish the astounding feat of slaying a Demon King by relying on the formidable city defenses.
At that thought, everyone suddenly realized: since none of their Golden Core Cultivators had acted, who had fired the final arrows that decided the battle?
They had seen it clearly. Though the Dujiao White Flood Dragon had been grievously injured by the [Nine Stars Shining on the Sun Array], it still had a chance to escape. What had truly cut off its life was the rapid succession of arrows fired