In an instant, phantom figures mirrored Chu Yu's movements, turning and waving.
Their faces remained indistinct, showing no trace of emotion.
But at least at this moment, they...
Seemed connected to Chu Yu's heart, offering their final and finest wishes to the Human Race.
A gentle breeze blew.
The Fleeting Glory hanging in midair turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated over the walls of Demon-Suppressing Pass.
And Chu Yu's figure swayed slightly at that moment.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth..."
"There is at least one thing you were wrong about..."
Chu Yu turned and looked toward Old White Ape in the distance, a hint of slyness in her eyes. "My death... was not... a waste..."
It was almost a soft whisper.
The next moment, Chu Yu's figure gradually grew insubstantial, dissolving into specks of light that drifted above Demon-Suppressing Pass, completely dispersing the Demon Cloud on the horizon.
But strangely, though Chu Yu's figure had dispersed, the phantom figures remained silent, standing motionless atop the walls of Demon-Suppressing Pass.
"Farewell..."
"Elder Chu!!!"
Looking at the specks of light in the sky, the Reserve Corps soldiers below straightened their backs and let out deafening cries!
Their voices joined together and rang through the heavens, their morale reaching its peak at that moment.
At some point, Old White Ape had slowly risen. With his hands behind his back, he stood upon the throne, gazing in slight distraction at the beautiful sight above Demon-Suppressing Pass.
"Trading her own death for soaring morale."
"On the brink of death, yet she left behind these Soldier Souls."
"For that alone, no matter what, the Demon Clan... has lost this first battle."
"Though the means were shameless, I have to say..."
"Yu Mo..."
"Is far more ruthless than I am."
"This opening move was