In the Zhaolin Realm, all was deathly silent, with only the breath of the wind remaining.
Whether it was the Ancestral Divine Beast or Wilderness Fierce Beasts, whether a Martial Artist or Blood Sea Spawn, at this moment, every life form in the Zhaolin Realm was holding their breath, waiting.
Waiting for that creature on the field.
The aftershocks of the previous doomsday-like battle were still dissipating slowly; the shattered earth and bubbling Great River of lava showed no signs of cooling or restoration.
And at the heart of that devastation, the scattered blood-colored light of the Dragon-man Giant God was flickering like fireflies beside An Jing.
He turned around.
In the distance, all the Martial Artists who were watching had come back to their senses after the ultimate shock. Following a brief loss for words, there was an eruption of volcanic cheers.
"Won! An Tianming won!"
