"We won! We're victorious!"
At last, no one knew which cultivator was the first to speak, but very soon, cheers rang out one after another, joining into a single tide.
"That's right, we won!"
"We won! We defeated the other races here! We're the only race left in this place!"
"The Land of Reincarnation is ours."
"We... we only have these few cultivators left!"
"Master, Senior Brother and the others..."
Each Human cultivator was excited, yet at the same time, they were steeped in incomparable grief.
Song Zhong looked up. Now, after the Humans had gone through battle after battle, only about two hundred cultivators were still standing. All the rest had already died.
"In the end, we still won. Right, when will the mortals from our Human Great Thousand World be able to fly here?"
"That's right, what about the mortals of our Human Great Thousand World?"
"Wasn't it said that after we won, according to the rules, the mortals of our Human Great Thousand World would be able to fly here?"
After their initial astonishment, the cultivators began muttering among themselves.
Song Zhong also furrowed his brow. Indeed, the mortals of their Human Great Thousand World should have flown here by now.
This ought to be a rule, a rule that even a Supreme Existence could not violate. But now that they should have won, why had the Human mortals still not arrived?
Could it be that because he wanted to challenge the highest existence, the Supreme Existence had directly broken the rules as well?
If that was the case...
Then he would keep waiting...
Wait until his avatars recovered a little. Wait until he condensed a new main body. Then condense all his avatars again. When the time came, he would go destroy the highest existence himself,