At that moment, the Shadow Clan's side fell deathly silent. They all stared wide-eyed at the scene before them. Their own successor had lost—lost so utterly.
This had clearly exceeded the limits of what they could bear. They could not accept this scene.
Their successor had actually lost? Their successor had actually died?
In contrast, waves of cheers erupted from the human camp.
"We won, we won! What damn Shadow Clan? They were still no match for the Sect Master! That sword strike just now was utterly terrifying!"
"Yeah! The Shadow Clan's successor is dead, which means the Shadow Clan's fate has run its course. This battle will surely be won by us humans!"
One human after another cheered. Ye Lin's overwhelming victory meant that the Shadow Clan's fortunes had run dry. Even their successor was dead—if that was not the end of their fate, then what was?
Ye Lin tossed Evil Slayer aside. Evil Slayer flew straight into the Chaos Sword Casket, which then shrank and hung around Ye Lin's neck.
"Give the Shadow Clan's successor a proper burial."
After Ye Lin spoke, five Nascent Soul Realm cultivators emerged from the human camp, lifted Gale's body, and went to bury him with due honor. They did not know why they were doing this, but obeying the Sect Master was all that mattered.
After this battle, Ye Lin's prestige had once again reached its peak. From this day onward, the entire Five Prefectures of the Human Race would heed Ye Lin's commands.
Glancing at the densely packed Shadow Clan camp behind him, Ye Lin picked up the black Identity Token that Gale had thrown away earlier. After examining it for a moment, he headed toward the rear of the human forces.
Once Ye Lin left, the generals immediately issued their