"Oh my god, the Yellow Demon King is dead! Dead! Both of the Deep Mountain Demon Kings have been killed!"
"The race war is over. The Snake Race has won a total victory, and this whole disaster is finally coming to a close."
For many races, this was a good thing, because far too many Cultivated Creatures had died.
The sight of the glittering Demon Spirit Golden Cores floating in midair was simply dazzling.
Those were all Rank Three Demon Spirits who had succeeded in Crossing the Tribulation—transcendent beings, yet they had died as if their lives were worthless.
"From now on, the Snake Race will reign supreme in the Yaoling Mountain Range, and the Snake King will be revered above all. No one will be able to challenge them."
A commotion erupted among the races below, a buzz of discussion spreading like wildfire.
This seemingly massive race war had come quickly and ended just as fast.
