"We have won!"
"Haha, we won indeed..."
After confirming that the army from the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court had retreated, the tense frame of Lord Qingmu completely relaxed. He sank down into the Void, bursting into a hearty laugh.
But as he laughed, he began to cry.
The Great General had died!
Both Prime Ministers were no more!
The State Preceptor and all six Chiefs of Staff had perished!
One hundred and seventy thousand soldiers had fallen on the battlefield!
And what was achieved? Only severely injuring Jiao Hai and killing a few thousand soldiers of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court!
"Sigh!"
Seeing Lord Qingmu's laughter mixed with tears, Yang Zaixing let out a sigh. His worries for the future of the human race deepened.
"Being weak in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds is the original sin!"
