"Dead! The eight pseudo-saints are all dead! Not even a trace of scum is left! Hahaha! We survived!!"
A demon warrior with a broken horn pounded his chest wildly, looking up and laughing to the heavens, yet his laughter carried a crying note.
"Long live Lord Dust World! Long live Lord Lu Pan! Long live Lord Yuan Thirteen! Long live the Boundary Master! The Boundless Realm has won! We have won!"
Countless cultivators, regardless of race, regardless of the severity of their injuries.
Embraced one another.
Tears, sweat, and blood mixed together, flowing wantonly.
They pounded each other's backs hard, confirming through this method that they were still alive.
Confirming that this nightmare was truly over.
The core region of the battlefield.
Luo Li, Xue Linglong, and Bing Jingjing, the three women, were already weeping and could no longer speak.
"It's over... Luo Li, Sister Linglong, it's truly over..."
Bing Jingjing grasped Luo Li's arm tightly.
Her petite body trembled violently from extreme excitement, and her ice-blue eyes were brimming with moisture.
Xue Linglong wiped her face hard, wanting to maintain her pride as a sorceress, but those reddened eye sockets and choked-up voice betrayed her.
"Damn it... This old lady thought she was really going to check out here this time... Those damn pseudo-saints are finally all dead!"
Luo Li did not speak, simply extending her arms and pulling Xue Linglong and Bing Jingjing tightly into her embrace.
Her pretty face was likewise covered in tear tracks, yet within those beautiful eyes, the brightest brilliance flickered.
She gazed toward those four figures deep in the starry sky, resembling divine needles stabilizing the sea.
Especially that master body in the green robe stained with blood, her heart filled with boundless pride and lingering fear.
On the other side.
Yang Jian