News of the Demon Horn Empire's defeat and Yao Ming's death spread at once, shaking all directions.
The once-powerful and savage Demon Horn Empire, whose fierce reputation had traveled far and wide, became history today. Yao Ming, hailed as a generation's demon lord and one of this region's three greatest prodigies, whom countless people feared, had fallen.
When Fengshen Sha heard the news, her face darkened with displeasure. With a cold snort, she ordered a retreat.
In order to break through Great Qin's interception, more than two billion of her thirty-plus billion Wind God soldiers had been lost. Yet the Demon Horn Empire had been destroyed, their objective had not been achieved, and they had instead paid such a staggering price.
However, Great Qin's situation was not much better either, having suffered nearly one billion casualties.
Before leaving, Fengshen Sha glanced at Arthur Tina. "Just wait! Sooner or later, I will have you."
Watching the Wind God Army withdraw, Arthur Tina also let out a sigh of relief. Even with the Wrath of the War God, resisting such a powerful Wind God Empire had placed them under enormous pressure.
There were now dozens of marks, large and small, across the Wrath of the War God, all inflicted by the Wind God Army.
The Great Qin soldiers had also used the Philosopher's Stone, which was why their losses were only one billion. Without the Philosopher's Stone, their casualties would have been far greater.
Hearing Fengshen Sha's words, Arthur Tina replied seriously, "That day will never come. Now that the Demon Horn Empire has been destroyed, you should worry about your Wind God Empire instead."
Fengshen Sha gave a light snort. Arthur Tina was right. Of the three great powers, only the Alliance and the Wind God Empire remained. After Great Qin