The Continent's Changes, Seclusion!

"It was over."

Luo Heng stood in the center of the desert that had once been shrouded in demonic aura and spoke softly.

The black demonic clouds that had once blotted out the sky receded to either side like a falling tide, revealing long-lost blue skies and sunlight. Golden rays spilled over the blackened desert, gradually restoring the sand grains corrupted by demonic aura to their original color.

The allied army stood where they were, watching the city once engulfed by demonic aura slowly reveal its ruined outline. For a moment, they were all dazed.

They had won.

Demon Prison's lair had been destroyed. Heavenly King Hall had fallen. Second King Hall had self-destructed. The Demon Emperor Statue had been smashed, and the Demon Emperor's Hand had been taken away and refined by Luo Heng.

There was no longer a single Yimo left in this world!

"We... won?" someone muttered, their voice filled with a dreamlike sense of unreality.

"We won! We won!"

"The Yimo have been wiped out! Demon Prison has been destroyed!"

"Long live Heaven Emperor Heng!"

Thunderous cheers exploded over the desert. Countless people raised their weapons high and screamed wildly toward the figure in green standing at the center of the desert.

Luo Heng stood in the desert once more bathed in sunlight, listening to the tsunami-like cheers behind him as the corners of his lips curled upward slightly.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through layers of space as he looked toward the plane fissure.

There, an enormous demonic shadow beyond description watched him coldly from behind the seal.

Endless demonic aura churned around that shadow, as if the entire void beyond the plane trembled beneath its pressure. Its gaze pierced through the plane barrier, through the seal left behind by the Symbol Ancestor,