Below the city wall.
True Master Gu Guang stood in place, his gaze directed at the distant sea of blazing flames.
There, a towering figure over ten yards tall, clad in golden armor and wielding a giant staff, was gradually shrinking, returning to the form of a common person.
"The Mosquito Emperor lost!"
"The Demon Race army retreated!"
"The Peng Emperor could do nothing against Shen Ruoxing!"
True Master Gu Guang murmured to himself.
His lips moved slightly, his voice barely audible.
As if confirming something impossible.
Not only him.
Beside him were True Master Xuan Ming, Wandering Cloud Dream, Shi Xuan, Profound Frost, and Jing Wuming.
At this moment, they all wore expressions akin to being in a dream, utterly incredulous.
Each had resolved themselves to die, ready to sacrifice their bodies and blood for this Immortal City, for the Human Race behind them, to the last drop.
Who would have thought, events took a turn, finding life in despair!
