Drake fell.
Black ash rained from the sky.
Countless Demon officers recoiled in terror.
The Skyhawk Fleet began to scatter.
Yet Qi Wu felt not the slightest joy.
Because only he knew.
That last strike.
Had all but exhausted the already meager power of laws within him.
The phantom of Erlang the Sage-Manifesting True Lord dissipated.
His third, heavenly eye slowly closed.
Qi Wu swayed.
He nearly fell from midair.
A tearing pain ripped through his chest.
His meridians ruptured.
His bones cracked.
Even his soul throbbed with stabbing pain.
This was the price of forcibly wielding divine power.
"Captain!"
"Mr. Gojo!"
Everyone hurried over.
Su Li had barely caught him.
When blood spilled from the corner of Qi Wu's mouth.
His face was so pale it was almost translucent.
Xiao Tiance's heart sank at the sight.
He knew all too well.
Qi Wu had reached his limit.
If they encountered another enemy on Drake's level.
The consequences would be unthinkable.
Yet just then.
Cheers erupted from the distant column of refugees.
"We won!"
"The Demons are retreating!"
"We survived!"
Countless elderly people clutched children and sobbed.
Some fell to their knees.
And kowtowed repeatedly in Qi Wu's direction.
Some wept uncontrollably.
Others laughed at the top of their lungs.
Finding life in the face of certain death.
Was often what moved people most deeply.
And at that very moment.
A system notification suddenly sounded.
[Ding!] [Major deviation in the worldline detected] [In the original worldline, the Imperial Capital's southward evacuation failed] [Projected deaths: 23.27 million] [Current deaths: 110,000] [Host has successfully changed history] [Fortune Points +350000]
Hum!
Qi Wu froze for a moment.
Immediately afterward.
The system panel began refreshing furiously.
``` [Accumulated Fortune Points have reached the required threshold]
[Erlang the Sage-Manifesting True Lord fusion level