The mountainous region teemed with people, shadowy figures abound, many had come, trembling in unison at this time.
Countless voices shouted aloud, their excitement unabated.
This cacophony, these roars, echoed through the mountains, exceedingly loud, reaching the heavens, for the battle just fought was astonishingly stirring to the heart.
In mid-air, fragments of golden lightning had yet to dissipate, while on the ground, specks of blood remained so red and bright, striking fear into all who beheld it.
Not to mention the scene of Yulun's killing, the might of that final spear alone had deeply imprinted itself in everyone's minds, indelible even after many years.
A spear that shocked the heavens, pierced through one of the six elites, brutally Suppression Killed in midflight, with a spray of blood rain.
How astounding was this?
The youth atop the mountain had not moved a single step, had not descended, and without further bloodshed or fighting, thus ended the battle!
