Yan Ying was not alone.
Accompanying her in silent vigil through the night were the emperors and ministers from sixty-one other nations, as well as the commanders and powerful figures of sixty-one allied armies.
Neither mortals nor immortals could have imagined that the Evil Moon Continent's situation would undergo such a dramatic reversal in an instant.
The top nation, Xia Country, was obliterated, while the once lowest-ranking Yan Country became the leading power.
This kind of event, something that seemed impossible even in dreams, violently struck everyone's hearts as the disgraced leaders returned.
The impact of this strike was abundantly clear.
Yet most people remained bewildered.
"Xia, Xia Country, just, just vanished like this?"
"Xia Country is nothing, it, it's that Daozun army that's gone, gone…"
"The illustrious Daozun army, the strongest after the four death camps, how could it just vanish like that?"
"It's, it's Xie Tian…"
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