The demon legion brought by Alba was basically wiped out by now, and of the nine most powerful Greater Demons comparable to Super Douluo, only six remained, all of them injured with waning auras.
Watching their monarch, Alba, reduced to ashes before that human without any power to resist, the Battle Intent in their hearts that had previously supported them to fight fearlessly had long since vanished into thin air.
Their gazes simultaneously turned toward the slowly closing Gate of Demons, which was their only retreat.
The six Greater Demons made the same choice almost simultaneously; they shook off their respective opponents and charged with all their might toward the converging light gate.
At this moment, only a single thought remained in their minds—going home!
However, the powerhouses of the Spirit Pagoda would not give them such an opportunity, coupled with Long Yeyue, whose eyes were red with killing, these Greater Demons intent on fleeing were completely living targets.
In the blink of an eye, five Greater Demons fell one after another, leaving their lives forever on this land they had originally intended to conquer.
In the end, only one Greater Demon, just before the Gate of Demons completely closed, managed to squeeze into that dissipating light gate, narrowly escaping with his life.
However, there was one thing he did not know: if Huo Yuhao had not secretly sent a voice transmission to the Spirit Pagoda Super Douluo pursuing him just now, it would have been impossible for him to leave alive.
Looking at the completely dissipated Gate of Demons, Huo Yuhao asked in a low voice within his Spiritual Sea: "Teacher, will we really be able to find that demon plane again later?"
Electrolux's voice was calm and resolute: "I have already placed a magical brand on his body. Right now, you may not be able to perceive him yet, but once you become a god and use Divine Power to activate that brand, you will definitely be able to locate the coordinates of the demon plane."
The already dead Alba would probably never know what kind of disaster his invasion would bring to the entire demon plane.
On the ruins of Shrek Academy, the corpses of demons were densely packed at this moment, blood soaking the soil and gravel, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent odor.
However, among them were also mixed many human corpses. Although the powerhouses of the Spirit Pagoda arrived promptly enough, this sudden disaster still took hundreds of lives.
These included both ordinary people who originally only came to watch the excitement and the envoys sent by various major forces to observe the ceremony.
However, those who suffered the most heavy casualties were the students of Shrek Academy.
They felt that this disaster was caused by Shrek, so they tried their absolute best to resist those demonic creatures pouring out from the light gate.
And these students of Shrek were right next to the exit of the Gate of Demons, bearing the impact first, so the price they paid was also the heaviest.
The more than two hundred students who were still standing on these ruins not long ago now had fewer than one hundred people left.
Many young faces had lost their vitality, and those who were alive also wore the paleness of surviving a catastrophe and unremitting palpitations on their faces, along with an indescribable complexity, of course.
Huo Yuhao stood in midair, lowering his head to scan the messy battlefield below, and withdrew his gaze with a calm expression.
He did not make any evaluation of the tragic state of Shrek Academy, only glancing at the Spirit Pagoda crowd behind him, and instructed in a flat tone: "Contact people and treat the wounded."
Immediately, the powerhouses of the Spirit Pagoda left together, and the subsequent rescue work would be handled by specialized personnel of the Spirit Pagoda.
As for the surviving powerhouses of the various major forces around, when their gazes fell upon the Shrek crowd at this moment, they carried an undisguised anger.
Finally, someone could not help shouting out: "What does Shrek Academy mean by this? Are they also going to collude with other planes?"
This sentence was like igniting a fuse, and a chorus of echoed agreement immediately sounded within the crowd.
If it were in the past, if anyone dared to "slander" Shrek Academy to her face like this, Long Yeyue would have already made a move directly.
However, at this moment, she just stood blankly on the spot, her aged eyes completely vacant, as if all her strength had been sucked away in an instant.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a single word.
She truly couldn't figure out why things had developed to this stage.
The reconstruction ceremony she meticulously planned, the procedures she repeatedly deduced, and the arrangements she thought could reignite the glory of Shrek had all turned into bubbles now.
Shrek Academy originally still had considerable appeal on the continent, but after today's disaster, its reputation of Ten Thousand Years was probably completely ruined.
At this moment, following the fall of the Demonic Lord Alba and the closure of that light gate, Yuanen Yehui finally returned to normal.
She stood amidst the ruins, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings blankly.
Those student corpses lying in pools of blood, the unfamiliar gazes of the survivors when looking at her, those expressions mixed with fear and anger...
She suddenly remembered everything she had just done; this upheaval, this tragedy, seemed to have started with him.
Her heart trembled violently, and emotions such as guilt, remorse, and pain submerged her entire being like a breached flood.
Tears uncontrollably surged out from her eye sockets, sliding silently down her cheeks.
She muttered in her mouth: "How could this... How could this be..."
Immediately, she flipped her right hand, and the power of darkness rapidly condensed in her palm, transforming into a pitch-black longsword.
Without hesitation, she flicked her wrist, and the blade cleanly and neatly sliced across her own neck.
Dark purple blood gushed out, drawing a short arc in the air and sprinkling onto the soil at her feet.
Her entire body then fell backward, heavily crashing to the ground, her gaze looking at the grayish-white sky above, the brilliance in her pupils scattering bit by bit.
And the teachers and classmates around her who used to spend day and night with her were just quietly standing in place at this moment, watching helplessly as her life slipped away bit by bit.
There were no exclamations, no obstruction, and no one stepped forward.
Cai Yue'er glanced at Long Yeyue, who was speechless beside her, opened her mouth, and finally asked in a low voice: "Elder Long, what... what should we do now?"
Her voice carried an unprecedented sense of helplessness; in this current situation, she truly didn't know what to do.
Hearing this, Long Yeyue slowly raised her head.
That pair of aged eyes no longer had the light from before at this moment, leaving only turbidness.
She looked at the people of the Spirit Pagoda shuttling through the ruins to treat the wounded in the distance, looked at the corpses being carried away, looked at the onlookers whose eyes were filled with fear and anger, and remained silent for a very long time.
When she finally spoke, her voice was as hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "Treat the wounded first... Everything else, we'll talk about later."
After saying this sentence, she lowered her head again, as if she had exhausted even the strength to say one more sentence.
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