The Evil Spirit Master's body slowly fell, his eyes still open, his pupils already unfocused. He was dead.
The dark clouds of death scattered, and sunlight spilled over the earth once more, dyeing the entire Hundred Thousand Volcanoes gold.
The Undead army lost its controller and stopped moving—some collapsed into piles of white bones, some slumped to the ground without moving, and some turned into black smoke that dispersed into the air.
Millions of Undead rapidly crumbled beneath the sunlight, like melting ice and snow, like Morning Mist fading away, like waking from a nightmare.
On the stronghold wall, everyone stood in a daze.
They could not believe the battle had ended just like that, could not believe that terrifying Evil Spirit Master had died just like that, could not believe the million Undead had scattered just like that.
They watched those Undead rapidly fall apart beneath the sunlight, watched the Undead who had once been their family, friends, and enemies turn into nothingness in the sun.
Phoenix Flame Maiden was the first to react.
"We won!"
Her voice was hoarse, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"We won!" Spirit Flame Maiden shouted too.
"We won!" Elder Tiger raised the Flame Battle Axe high.
"We won!" Elder Ox, Elder Bee, Elder Bamboo, and the surviving warriors, those Spirit Masters who still had strength left, all shouted along.
"We won! We won! We won!" Cheers echoed over the stronghold wall like a tsunami.
Some hugged each other and cried, some knelt on the ground and laughed, some collapsed on the ground without moving, and some stared blankly at the sky.
Yan Pojun stood on the city wall, both hands braced on the battlements as he looked at the sunlight in the distance, tears sliding down soundlessly.
Huang Qianyu, Ling Qianshan, and Hu