As one of the leading figures in the Demon City City God Headquarters, the Shen Family representative knew all too well what Guan Yue's leap had meant.
With one man's life, he had forcibly shielded the hundreds of millions of living beings in the southern Great Xin Dynasty from a world-ending catastrophe that would have meant certain death.
"He used his own life to drag the two sharpest butcher's blades hanging over Demon City straight into the Hell of Unending Torment!"
The Anti-Western Faction's Lu Family elder trembled all over. He abruptly drew the Dharma Sword at his waist and pointed its blade toward the Million Ghost Army by the Huangpu River, which had fallen into brief bewilderment and disorder after losing the protection of the Yama Avatars.
"The Kings of Hell have been eliminated!"
"The Netherworld's supreme commanders are gone!"
The Lu Family elder's voice was like a cuckoo crying blood. Amplified by surging magical power, it spread through the skies above all of Demon City.
"Alliance Leader Guan won us a chance to live! Are we going to let his blood be shed in vain?!"
Pei Yanlai of the Pro-Western Faction also climbed to his feet. His face, previously white with terror, was now flushed scarlet with wild joy and the relief of surviving disaster.
Though he reveled in political scheming and would stop at nothing to satisfy his own desires, at this moment when his entire race's survival hung in the balance, he knew that unless they drove these ghosts into the Huangpu River, all the power he possessed would come to nothing.
"Kill!"
Pei Yanlai kicked the tea table beside him to pieces and roared, "Unleash every last reserve of the City God Headquarters! Drag out every mechanical heavy cannon the Western powers left in the