Ye Zhen's exile was a cause for celebration among the various races that had long suffered under his harassment tactics.
But after the initial joy at Ye Zhen's exile, some people looked back on today's battle and found that they could no longer rejoice.
Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince Zhui Ri, for instance.
Nearly sixty Dao Realm experts had been wiped out by Sacred Priest Mo Yu, while Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan of the Demon God Palace had perished in body and soul. The losses could not have been more grievous.
Whether trading so many lives for Ye Zhen's life had been worth it was difficult to say.
Yet Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince Zhui Ri felt that it had been worth it.
After all, over these past days, far more than sixty Dao Realm experts of the Devil Race had died at Ye Zhen's hands—several times that number, at least.
The only thing that pained Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince Zhui Ri was the death of Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan.
As the Second Crown Prince of the imperial clan, he naturally knew how difficult it was for the Devil Race to cultivate a Seven-Surname Prophet Demon Master, and what losing a Seven-Surname Prophet meant to the Demon God Palace.
But in the end, the Demon God Palace bore the greatest pain in this matter, not him, the Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince.
Thus, Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince Zhui Ri ultimately smiled.
Demon Emperor Seventh Crown Prince Cong Yun, upon receiving news of Ye Zhen's exile, smiled as well.
He smiled with great delight.
With Ye Zhen exiled, the generals and experts under his command could finally stop hiding like rats, too afraid to stretch their limbs.
Hong Ru smiled with some delight as well, but Law