In the room, parents tightly embraced their child, sobbing uncontrollably as they repeated: "We won, child, we won, God Fang won!"
Countless people rushed out of their homes, flooding the streets.
Toward the direction of the Arctic.
Toward the image of Fang Qingyu that reappeared in the live broadcast.
They let out the most fervent shouts!
At this moment, all fear, all worry, all humiliation were utterly shattered by this single strike.
The battlefield of the Broken Spine Gate.
On the press position, Hua Jing was already in tears, but she held back her sobs with all her might.
She locked the camera firmly on the slowly descending, star-clad figure in the sky, whose aura was restrained yet still god-like.
Her voice hoarse but filled with unprecedented pride as she spoke into the microphone:
