"The Shadow Legion has retreated, we've won!"
"We've really won!!!"
At this moment, all the Witch Race soldiers raised their arms and cheered.
They all set down their weapons and embraced their comrades beside them.
Some even cried tears of excitement.
Before this battle began, they were prepared to die in combat.
But unexpectedly, they survived in the end.
"Praise the great Saint Master Han Xing!"
"Praise Saint Master Han Xing!"
Hundreds of thousands of Witch Race soldiers chanted Han Xing's name in unison.
Upon receiving the news of victory.
Billions of civilians also emerged one after another from the underground shelters.
They looked up at the figure seated on the throne in the sky, and tears welled up in their eyes.
Today.
They experienced the death of the Saint Master, the fall of the entire Witch Race territory.
And the downfall of priests one by one.
The successive blows had made them lose faith, and they had resolved themselves to die.
