Cough, cough!
After an unknown amount of time had passed, a cough suddenly sounded beside the Queen Mother of the West.
That sound immediately brought joy to the faces of the Queen Mother of the West and the only ones remaining—Youchao Shi, Ziyi Shi, and Suiren Shi.
"Fuxi!"
"Sage Emperor!"
Not far from them, Fuxi's Primordial Spirit suddenly appeared within the battered Yin Yang Two Forms Lamp.
But Fuxi was now in an utterly miserable state.
Even his imperishable spiritual light could completely dim at any moment.
But that did not matter. As long as Fuxi remained—
—they still had someone to rely on.
Di Jun stared at Fuxi, and the divine light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.
At that moment, the back of this Demon Emperor who had once ruled over the Primordial Wilderness seemed somewhat hunched.
"Fuxi..." His hoarse voice sounded as though it had been scraped by sandpaper, and his boiling killing intent suddenly froze into something far heavier.
Solar True Fire flared up over his body before fading again, as if expressing the changes in Di Jun's emotions.
Hearing Di Jun's hoarse voice,
Fuxi turned around with difficulty and fixed his gaze on Di Jun.
Then he glanced at Ling Shuang and the Azure Ox behind Di Jun.
He let out a soft sigh.
"Di Jun, in the end, we won this battle!"
Indeed, although they had suffered grievous casualties,
compared to the Demon Race before them, the Human Race Alliance had retained considerably greater combat strength.
Whether in terms of high-level or low-level combatants,
they were clearly much stronger than the Demon Race.
At the very least, they still had the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, along with several Grand Unity Golden Immortals whose physical bodies had reached the early stage of the Primordial