After Great Qin invaded the Demon Horn Empire, it swiftly captured one region after another. The Demon Horn Empire spanned ten worlds, and Great Qin had no way to occupy them all in such a short time. Some areas still resisted.
After a little over two days, Great Qin had finally conquered the Demon Horn Empire—but not entirely. Great Qin had occupied only seven worlds; two had been taken by the Alliance, while one had been seized by the Wind God Empire.
The Demon Horn Empire he had painstakingly conquered had yielded benefits to others instead, leaving Zhao Fu somewhat displeased.
However, Zhao Fu had no desire to start another war at the moment, so he could only set the matter aside for now.
Zhao Fu arrived at the Demon Horn Empire's Land of Inheritance. Looking at the purple cube, he reached out and chose to occupy it.
Boom!
A purple beam shot into the sky. The Demon Horn Empire's fortune gathered together, forming an enormous purple demon dragon that coiled through the heavens and radiated immense pressure.
Roar!
The demon dragon gave a weak, pained, unwilling roar. Its body rapidly dissipated as a massive amount of fortune surged toward Great Qin.
Countless Demon Horn citizens knelt upon the ground, a wave of desolation rising in their hearts. Today, the Demon Horn Empire had officially been declared destroyed.
There were still many corpses throughout the city, with blood splattered everywhere. Great Qin's brutality was not inferior to theirs in the slightest. Now, they could only kneel on the ground in fear and unease, not daring to show even the faintest resistance.
Feeling the vast, immense fortune merge into Great Qin, Zhao Fu smiled. He then returned to the Demon Horn Empire's imperial palace and sat upon the throne that had