Despite the strength of our Little Junior Uncle, it was impossible for him to hold on alone. As others were either killed or suppressed one by one, encircled by the rolling black clouds, he resembled a diminishing firefly glow.
Watching Little Junior Uncle, who was the last standing before him and whose aura was gravely weakened under the relentless assault from all sides, Jun Xuanze felt despair.
"We lost."
At that moment, Jun Xuanze seemed to fall into an abyss of despair.
"It was an unprecedentedly fierce battle, where countless individuals with righteous ideals and spirit perished."
"After this defeat, there will be no more Righteous Path in the world."
"Once the reforms of the Demon Path prevail... the future will be one where everyone turns to demons, and by then, people will be mere food, everyone a devil, with hell prevailing both on earth and in heaven."
Engulfed by endless despair, everything before him sank into darkness.
