"The undead have fallen. I do not wish to turn all living beings into corpses."
"I do not care whether you are humans, Beast Race, sea folk, or some other jumble of races. So long as you surrender to me, you may keep a chance to live."
Before Zuo Lunhui had truly arrived, his voice had already reached them first.
The voice was not especially resounding, yet it still carried far into the distance, echoing across the skies above Vast Continent.
The turmoil brought by the undead during this period had placed far too much pressure upon the people of Vast Continent.
Upon suddenly hearing that the undead, their greatest threat, had actually fallen—
Joy appeared in almost everyone's eyes.
Who would be willing to become cannon fodder if they could survive?
Even the members of certain small and medium-sized factions began to entertain other thoughts.
Not to mention those who had long received word of it.
Those whose status was insufficient even to enter the Shining Star Alliance's headquarters—those not even qualified to enter the Endless Mountain protected area—were all stirred into action.
As their emotions changed—
The sea folk dwelling in the ocean remained brimming with fighting spirit.
The sea folk could be said to have suffered the greatest losses in this matter.
Although quite a few clansmen appeared to have arrived near Vast Continent, in truth, they did not even make up one ten-thousandth of the entire sea folk population.
Even if the undead were dead, that did not mean they would submit to someone who had once belonged to the undead camp—
And who, now that the undead had perished, had directly claimed their legacy and begun establishing his own domain.
Furious roars immediately erupted from the mouths of the vast majority of sea folk.
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