At last.
The earth-shaking battle had finally come to an end.
Wang Tianqi, the Wang Family's old ancestor, had crippled the Heaven and Earth Elders of the Wang Family and died.
Nangong Gu, the Nangong Family's old ancestor, was dead, while Jian Wuming, sect master of the Nine Star Sword Sect, was gravely wounded and unconscious.
The remaining four Divine Kings fled in disarray.
The allied forces of the three great powers had been completely wiped out. The Lu Family had won this battle.
They had won a tragic victory, yet it was also a glorious one.
On Sunset Slope, only devastation covered the ground, along with the cheers of the Lu Family members who had survived the calamity.
"We won... We won!"
Lu Tian knelt on the ground and bawled his eyes out.
No one laughed at him, because everyone knew how difficult this battle had been.
And the person who had created all this.
That black-robed young man who was like a god or devil was standing there quietly.
The green lotus phenomenon behind him slowly faded away.
Yang Lingtian felt his eyelids grow as heavy as if they had been filled with lead. The power in his body had been completely drained, and he could not even move a finger.
The weariness that came from the depths of his soul surged over him like a tide and drowned him.
"Looks like... I really overdid it this time..." Yang Lingtian said with a bitter smile.
His vision went black, and he fell straight backward.
Just as his body was about to crash onto the ground covered in shattered rocks,
a fragrant breeze swept over, and a graceful figure charged over without regard for anything else.
She spread her arms and firmly caught the falling figure.
The tremendous impact