Di Tian was dead.
The last wisp of dark red aura dissipated in the night wind.
Qi Wu stood amid the ruins.
Devastation surrounded him.
Collapsed city walls.
Shattered earth.
And Di Tian, utterly devoid of life.
In the distance.
The Northern Expedition Corps had reformed its ranks.
Countless soldiers stood atop the city walls.
Blood covered their bodies.
The weapons in their hands were battered beyond repair.
But they were still alive.
The Demons...
Had been wiped out.
At that moment.
Everyone was looking at Qi Wu.
That silver-haired figure stood at the center of the battlefield.
His clothes were torn.
The golden markings on his body gradually faded.
Yet he still stood perfectly straight.
"We..."
"Won?"
Someone asked, their voice trembling.
No one answered.
Because everyone knew.
Di Tian was dead.
This war.
They had won.
Yet Qi Wu showed not the slightest joy.
His Six Eyes were fixed intently on the northwest.
Kunlun.
The words Di Tian had spoken just before his death.
Still echoed in his mind.
"The true purpose of the Four Fiends Formation was never to summon Hades."
"It was to seal him."
"As long as Di Tian lived, the seal remained."
"Once Di Tian died..."
"The seal shattered."
Qi Wu slowly raised his head.
He gazed at the pitch-black sky.
"So..."
"From the very beginning, Di Tian was the final sacrifice for Hades's descent."
His voice was soft.
But everyone beside him heard it.
"Then where is Hades now?"
Someone asked.
Qi Wu did not answer.
Within his Six Eyes.
Countless threads of spiritual power were frantically intertwining.
His gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
Finally.
It settled on the Kunlun Mountains.
There.
A pitch-black pillar of light pierced heaven and earth.
Endless demonic energy erupted from