Jiuying said nothing about the soldiers under his command being disarmed.
With the situation forcing his hand and Saints involved, he only wanted to remain unnoticed. Avoiding trouble was already a blessing.
As for the Demon God Spirit Treasures Ling Yan had taken, Jiuying did not even mention them.
If they wanted them back, they could ask for them themselves. They absolutely could not drag him into it.
Naturally, Ling Yan had no intention of returning them voluntarily.
These were spoils of war from the battlefield, not an exchange of ideas on the Dao. Why would anyone casually return spoils of war?
The Demon Gods also saw the situation clearly. Their expressions were ugly, yet none dared utter another word, much less humiliate themselves.
The Demon Race army withdrew in silence. They had arrived with overwhelming momentum, yet left battered and disgraced.
This was a great victory for the Human Race, who had successfully repelled the Demon Race's assault amid calamity. It also signaled that this great tribulation had finally reached its end.
Yet hatred did not vanish because of this.
The blood feud between the Human Race and Demon Race had long been carved into karma. It would surely continue without end in the future, with endless slaughter as they remained enemies.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this karma that was so difficult to sever;
that romances between humans and demons in later generations were always so tortuous and difficult, rarely ending happily.
At this moment, a dazed sense of having survived disaster enveloped the Human Race.
Just moments ago, they had struggled on the verge of life and death. Now that the flames of war had abruptly ceased, their taut nerves finally relaxed;
many Human Race cultivators could barely remain standing, their eyes filled with relief as