Several hours later.
The basin lay deathly silent.
Corpses littered the ground.
The Dragon Kingdom's Awakened had suffered devastating casualties.
The hundred-meter-tall Ancestor crashed to the ground.
Only that man remained standing there, his back to everyone.
"His time is up."
Thirteen could not bear to watch anymore.
Over hours of slaughter, they had watched their predecessors fall one after another.
Yet they could do nothing.
Because the outcome was predetermined.
"Your Holiness."
The Coalition Forces' high-tier combatants gripped their weapons excitedly.
This was the moment they had been waiting for.
When Xuanyuan was at his peak, they had kept their tails between their legs.
Now that the Dragon Kingdom's Guardian was nearing his end, the petty villains grew restless.
"If only... he were a man of the Alliance. I've dreamed of becoming his friend."
The Pope sighed regretfully.
He both hated and admired Xuanyuan.
"Leave no survivors. What happened today must not get out."
"The Dragon Kingdom... has the strongest will to fight of any nation in this world. If its civilians learn the truth, the fighting will never end."
"Kill all the Dragon Kingdom's Awakened. Tell their civilians that their Awakened were cowards who feared battle."
"Make future generations of the Dragon Kingdom unable to hold their heads high. Erase the pride in their bones completely."
The Pope's gaze gradually sharpened. "There's a saying in the Dragon Kingdom: each serves his own master. Xuanyuan, don't blame me."
"Charge down there and kill every last Awakened of the Dragon Kingdom."
"From now on, we will have the final say in this world."
"Kill!"
The Pope struck the ground with his Scepter.
The holy light that symbolized radiance committed the filthiest of deeds.
It shot toward the man who was already at the end of his strength.
Clang!
Divine music