"No!"
"I am the Holy Light Ancestor, I am the Undead Amon, I am the Abyss Dominator!"
"How could I possibly be killed by someone!"
Amon's unwilling roar before his death echoed in the sky.
When his body dissipated, the entire battlefield returned to silence once more.
"Amon... is dead?"
Near the Holy Light Imperial Capital.
Everyone present stared at it all in shock, eyes full of disbelief.
For two thousand years.
The Undead Amon was like a mountain, pressing down on all races, making it hard for them to breathe.
But now.
This immortal myth of the Holy Light Empire has truly been killed?!
At this moment.
Everyone looked up toward the figure standing in mid-air, like an Ancient Divine King.
They knew an old legend had fallen.
But another new legend would rise like the blazing sun.
This scene would surely be recorded in the annals of the Magic World and be sung of by future generations!
"We won! We finally won!"
