If Wang Hou won, they would finally welcome a truly stable life, and the Human Race could be said to have truly risen in the fullest sense.
If Wang Hou lost, the Human Race would never be able to rise again. Whether they were wiped out or not would be a matter of a single word from the Demon Race.
For a time, countless people raised their heads to the sky, watching that figure fighting bathed in blood, silently praying for him.
The hearts of countless people converged upon Wang Hou. In an instant, the fortune of the entire Human Race gathered upon him, and Wang Hou's combat strength surged sharply, suppressing the three Demon Emperors.
This war lasted three days and three nights. In the end, all three Demon Emperors suffered grave injuries, while Wang Hou's condition also became somewhat unstable.
Yet in the end, they had won. The three Demon Emperors retreated, and the army of ten million Demon Race soldiers withdrew one after another.
Countless humans cried out the Martial King's name. Wang Hou stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, silently listening to the cheers of the Human Race below.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly. This was what he needed—this was his original ideal, what he had hoped for from the very beginning.
Wang Hou issued a war decree, pushing their territory forward by a hundred li.
The fortune of the Human Race surged dramatically, and three Half-Step Martial King experts broke through in one stroke into the true Martial King Realm.
The Human Race now had four Martial Kings. Other martial artists broke through their realms in succession, and the number of Heavenly Human Realm experts rose to over a hundred.
For a time, the future of the entire Human