According to Pan Feng, Dugu Feng had fought one against two back then. Now, two figures descended from the depths of the firmament—there was no doubt that Dugu Feng had lost.
But... Dugu Feng was still alive and well. He had even shown his face just moments ago. Were the prodigies of the south and west really kind enough to spare Dugu Feng?
"When we first saw those two hazy figures, our hearts turned to ashes as well. We all believed that Brother Dugu had lost, and we had already prepared ourselves to fight the prodigies of the other three regions to the death."
"In the struggle of this great age, what is contested is fortune. We absolutely could not allow the Northern Demon Domain's prodigies to be cut down in the hands of our generation."
"But when we saw those figures clearly, we were stunned. Those two figures were none other than Brother Dugu and Brother Ye Lin."
"And the prodigies of the south and west had fallen beneath their hands."
"At that moment, I knew it. We had won. Our north had won."
"Brother Dugu and Brother Ye Lin joined forces, and in one stroke pulled back the fortune of our north."
"Only then did we learn that Brother Ye Lin's strength stood above the absolute pinnacle, that he was a prodigy on the same level as Brother Dugu."
After hearing this next part, the expressions of the myriad race prodigies below gradually changed from fury to exhilaration. By the end, their faces were flushed red with excitement.
They were all prodigies of the Northern Demon Domain, and their hearts constantly concerned themselves with the entire north.
Upon hearing that they had won, they felt both thrilled and stirred beyond measure.
Ever since their defeat in the last