"Retreated?" Ziyang tried to widen his eyes, but they ached terribly. He instinctively wiped his face, only to find it sticky. Looking at his hand, he saw it was covered in thick blood.
Ziyang's gaze shifted from his hand to the earth shaft. Yes, they were gone. The endless army of demon beasts was gone. Other than the corpses carpeting the ground, they were finally gone. Sunlight—long-lost sunlight, sunlight filled with hope...
"Why do I feel like... hehe, I haven't seen sunlight in ten years..." The demon warrior lying on the ground with his face turned upward wore a blissful, foolish grin.
"We won! We won!! We won!!!" The warrior behind him suddenly dropped to his knees with a thud, crying as he shouted.
"We won, we won!" Not even the thick stench of blood could suppress the joy of victory. Yet this was something that should have called for celebration, but the demon warriors' bodies went limp. One after another, they collapsed to the ground, letting out hoarse cries that sounded like sobs...
Ziyang swallowed hard, no longer able to hide the wild joy on his face. He slapped Ziyun beside him hard, then strode toward Zitian deep within the passage.
As the Demon Lord guarding this place, Zitian had to maintain his combat strength at all times to face the challenges of Zerg heroes. Therefore, so long as even one demon warrior remained alive below the earth shaft, he could not act. Otherwise, if ordinary Zerg troops drained most of his demonic power, he would have no choice but defeat when facing the powerful Zerg heroes.
In the defensive battle for the earth shaft, the demon race could only win—they could not lose. If they won, they would still have a sliver of hope for survival. But if