"Did we win? Did we really win just like that?"
Seeing the Abyssal Demon Tree vanish and the Abyss Demons completely disappear, the saints were all dumbfounded. They looked at one another, at a complete loss, because everything had happened far too quickly.
They had originally been at a disadvantage. Even wielding several divine artifacts, they had been unable to do anything to the Devil Master and had been beaten back step by step.
Every saint had been prepared to die, intending to perish together with the Abyss Demons.
But now, the Human Race demigod Xia Ping had suddenly emerged, unstoppable and invincible. With just a few punches and kicks, he had crushed numerous demigod-level demons.
Even the Devil Master had been punched to death by the Human Race demigod, his ferocious might peerless.
This entire chain of events had unfolded so fast that it dazzled the eye. Had they not confirmed it again and again, they would have wondered whether they had fallen under some illusion spell.
"The aura of the Abyssal Demon Tree has completely vanished, and all the void passages connecting to the abyss have closed. It looks like we won," an Invincible Saint said gravely.
Under his perception, all the Abyss Demons had retreated into the abyss, and the force corroding the Present World Universe had utterly vanished at this moment.
It could basically be said that they had won this war.
"No way. Was it really this simple? This absurdly trivial?"
A saint found it utterly unbelievable.
Although they truly had been on the brink of death just now, with countless casualties, the turn from certain death to victory had come far too swiftly—so swiftly that they scarcely dared believe it.
"You can't put it that way. All we can say is that the Human