Yang Yan's body was battered by the surging spiritual power, causing his meridians to swell painfully.
Some of his meridians even started showing subtle cracks at this moment, with ongoing destructive discharge, unbearable pain.
Yang Yan stood in place and dealt with it for at least a full minute before taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent qi and blood.
Then, he tried to remain calm, as if nothing happened, and turned toward the area where the human cultivators were.
Standing tall over the resting place of the human cultivators, Yang Yan steadied his mind and shouted with empowered strength, "Everyone, we won!"
Human cultivators suddenly cheered, their eyes filled with excitement.
How many years has it been? Constant battles had left their bodies and minds exhausted.
Yet, even so, they dared not relax for a moment, constantly alert to the Post-Immortal Race's forces and other covetous powers from the Ten Thousand Races.
