Although the Dragon-Men had heard countless legends about the Dragon God Horn, they had never once seen it in use, nor did they have any clear idea of what it was like.
But now, they finally understood. They finally knew just how terrifying this weapon was.
It truly deserved to be called the weapon left behind by the Dragon God, the ultimate weapon of the Dragon-Man Race. Now that it had unleashed its full might, it had reached a horrifying level. A region spanning a hundred thousand miles had simply been leveled.
It was not destruction, nor was it an explosion. It had been wiped flat, obliterated so thoroughly that not a single living thing could possibly remain.
Just thinking about it sent chills down their spines. If such a weapon fell into enemy hands and was used against the cities of the Dragon-Man Race, then no matter how many elite Dragon-Men they had, all would be reduced to ashes.
This was simply the might of heaven—unstoppable.
But with this, the human Xia Ping was finally dead as well. This scourge of the Dragon-Man Race had ultimately been destroyed by a weapon of the Dragon-Man Race, killed completely.
"It's over. It's finally over."
"Who would have thought that killing one human would take such tremendous effort?"
"Exactly. That human was too monstrous. To kill him, we lost two Dragon-Man Emperors and even used a catastrophic weapon like the Dragon God Horn. He nearly drove our Dragon-Man Race into a dead end."
"What a pity. To use the Dragon God Horn, it seems Lord Caesar died as well."
Quite a few Dragon-Man elders wore expressions of relief and joy, yet sorrow was mixed in as well. All kinds of emotions churned within them, leaving them with a truly tangled mix of