"May the Human Way flourish!"
The grand, majestic voice resounded throughout the Human Race.
Human race fortune stirred, spreading in all directions like a vast sea of mist.
The robe of mountains and rivers on Feng fluttered without wind. The nearly tangible human race fortune formed a Seal and descended with crushing force.
The tendrils shattered.
Space was annihilated.
The Seal smashed the Spirit Emperor straight out of the sky, sending him plunging toward the earth below.
Rumble!!
The earth shook.
The ground suddenly split open, revealing a bottomless canyon.
Faced with such tremors, both the Human Race and the Spirit Race instinctively stopped fighting, then turned toward the canyon with shock on their faces.
What happened?!
None of them had grasped what was happening.
At that moment.
Feng descended from the void, his boundless aura sweeping across heaven and earth.
Immediately.
Smiles appeared on the humans' faces, while the spirits' faces fell.
Clearly.
The Spirit Emperor had lost this battle.
From the depths of the canyon, the Spirit Emperor rose into the air again, but he already looked battered and disheveled.
Feng's expression was calm, his voice majestic. "Spirit Emperor, you have lost. The Spirit Race no longer has the strength to oppose the Human Race. Submission is your best choice now. If you persist in resisting, you will only bring devastating losses upon the Spirit Race!"
"Submit!"
"Submit!"
"Submit!"
The humans all raised their arms and shouted.
Under immense pressure, every member of the Spirit Race turned their gaze toward the Spirit Emperor.
Whether they submitted or not.
That decision still rested with their Emperor.
In truth, after fighting for so long, many spirits no longer wanted to continue.
After all, a battle lasting hundreds of thousands of years with almost no respite would exhaust even True Immortals.