"Bwahahaha…" The Beast Race Sword Saint laughed, a crazed sound that made his body tremble. It was as if he was letting out a lifetime of unspent laughter all at once.
Meanwhile, Xu Zilan waited patiently.
After laughing for a while, the Beast Race Sword Saint's gaze fell once more upon the chaotic rout below, where the three hundred thousand soldiers of the Eastern District Alliance Army were scattering in every direction.
They had lost their commanders.
The three-hundred-thousand-strong Allied Army was rapidly melting away.
Like ice and snow in winter, they vanished bit by bit.
The Beast Race Sword Saint looked away and fell silent. He slowly closed his eyes, then snapped them open. A golden glint of sword light swirled within his pupils.
"SWISH!"
The golden sword light shot out from his eyes.
It plunged directly into his own mind.
His body then dissolved into motes of light.
"Heaven, I'm coming!"
