All threats were eliminated.
"Victory! Victory!"
The shouts rose and fell, like the relentless pounding of war drums.
In the sky, the Red Gold Battle Spirit, which had grown somewhat faint, looked as if it had been given a shot in the arm.
Not only did its form solidify once more, but the golden light on its surface more than doubled in intensity as a suffocating pressure washed over everything.
The fatigue in Ye Jinghong's eyes was swept away, replaced by boundless majesty and killing intent.
He watched the Three-headed Snake still rampaging below, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
"Is this the outcome you wanted?"
"Now, it's my turn!"
Ye Jinghong's hands closed on empty air, as if gripping the hilt of an invisible greatsword.
The Military Soul Battle Spirit behind him mimicked the action in unison.
