"Els is dead! The Empire's victory is assured! Surrender at once!"
The Dark Planet's forces fighting on the front lines were all stunned.
'Els had so many puppet guards. How could he have died so easily?'
The next second, a massive projection flared to life above the battlefield, displaying the image for all to see: Els, slain by the combined, fatal strike of Qi Jingshen and Ye Moyun.
What followed was the sight of the puppet guards, who had been charging toward Yu Lan, beginning to disintegrate under the influence of the Golden Light, turning to dust and vanishing into the air.
These people were all the original inhabitants of Ye Moyun's kingdom.
Their souls and bodies had died long ago; Els had truly refined them into fearless puppets who obeyed only him.
It was hard to imagine what Ye Moyun must have felt, infiltrating Els's side and watching these once-familiar faces appear before him day after day, moment after moment, in their new, twisted forms.
