News of the Demon Race's departure struck the human territories like a massive boulder plunging into a deep pool, stirring waves that towered to the heavens.
The Temple Alliance was the first to take alarm.
Almost overnight, the scouts they had stationed along the Demon Race's border discovered that every demon army garrisoned in the seven demon cities had vanished.
The scouting knights atop the watchtowers rubbed their eyes, checked again and again, then hurriedly dispatched urgent letters.
Dozens of messenger falcons flew toward the Holy City. Councils at every level convened emergency meetings through the night, and no one dared believe it was true.
Some suspected the Demon Race was brewing an even greater conspiracy, some advocated immediately raising the border alert level, and others proposed sending the Holy Knight Order deep into demon territory to investigate.
But soon, an even more shocking announcement spread across the entire Holy Demon Continent.
It was a sunny afternoon, with clear skies and crisp air.
An auspicious nine-colored radiance appeared above the former site of Holy Demon City. Growing steadily brighter, it slowly rose into the highest reaches of the sky above the continent.
Then a young man's calm, clear voice crossed ten thousand miles of open sky, ringing in every human's ears at once, as though someone stood beside them, whispering.
"Everyone on the Holy Demon Continent, I am Lin Chen."
"Lord of the Creation Federation."
"I have several things to announce to you. First: the Demon Race has relocated in its entirety from the Holy Demon Continent. From this day onward, the flames of war between demons and humans will no longer burn on this continent."
Countless farmers working in the fields stopped their hoes. Travelers beside tea stalls set down their bowls. The knight leaders holding an emergency meeting