At the edge of the massive crater, spatial rifts slowly closed like a black spiderweb, emitting a faint sizzling sound. Tiny spatial fragments peeled off from the edges from time to time, only to be instantly annihilated in the air.The aura of the Abyss still permeated the air.It was a smell like a mixture of sulfur, rotted blood, and some unspeakable filth, making one feel nauseous.However, the might of the Great Demon had dissipated completely with the annihilation of the rifts. The residual Abyssal aura was like a flickering candle in the wind or rootless duckweed, drifting over the battlefield and being dispersed bit by bit by the sunlight.At the same time.The soldiers of the allied forces were staring at the Red Iron Giant Dragon standing alone in the sky, their expressions somewhat dazed."Vic—Victory?"A young East Association soldier murmured softly.Immediately, this whisper was like a spark falling into dry hay, instantly igniting the emotions of everyone present."Victory!""We won!""Lord of the North! Long live the Lord of the North!"Cheers swept across like a tide. Soldiers from various legions held their weapons high, paying tribute to the dragon in the sky.Spears, swords, shields, and staves—all shone under the sunlight.In the sky, the Red Emperor slightly lowered his three heads, watching the boiling crowd below.Whoosh! Whoosh!The two remaining Advanced Demon Generals chose to flee at almost the same moment.The Harvest Demon was now charred all over, its carapace cracked, and several of its limbs broken. It was desperately vibrating its tattered wings to flee westward, black blood dripping from its body and leaving a long, thin trail in the air.There was also the Demon General that had been surrounded on the southern front earlier. Taking advantage of the moment when the Legends were blocking the Great Demon, it had now broken through the encirclement and was fleeing for its life in the opposite direction."Trying to run?"The Ancient Blue Dragon sneered. On the dragon head protruding from the thunderclouds, a pair of vertical pupils flickered with a dangerous light.However, before he could act, a figure had already streaked away.Boom!The figure of Three-Phase Crown Walta suddenly vanished.In the next second, as if teleporting, he appeared in the path of the Harvest Demon's flight, revealing his Astral Self Body with three heads and six arms.Buzz!His body swayed, and two figures peeled off from him.Walta split into three, each radiating the powerful aura of a Crown Rank Legend. All seemed to be true bodies, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. They simultaneously threw heavy punches at the Harvest Demon from three different angles.Boom! Boom! Boom!Figures blurred.Punch shadows poured down like a torrential rain.The Harvest Demon's body was knocked back and forth like a ball. Its carapace shattered, its body collapsed, and black blood gushed from its wounds, evaporating from the heat attached to the punch force before it could even fall. It let out a piercing screech, attempting to counterattack, but every limb was broken as soon as it was raised.Then, it flew backward, but in the blink of an eye, Walta caught up again.At this moment, the three figures merged into one once more.Walta's expression was solemn. Behind him, dozens of giant Astral Self arms emerged, each a hundred meters long. They rotated around him like a wheel and were raised simultaneously, locking onto the position where the Harvest Demon was falling.A dazzling, brilliant light shone on every fist, as if each were clutching a sun.Sun Soul Path, Radiant Sun Fist!Roar!The Harvest Demon's roar was cut short as its entire body was enveloped by countless punch shadows. Even with the tenacity of an Advanced Demon General's life, it was forcefully beaten into fly ash, with not even a residue left—only a wisp of black smoke drifted away, which was then evaporated by the sunlight.Walta withdrew his fists and stood still, the Astral Self wheel behind him slowly stopping its rotation but not dissipating.Garros noticed this scene and withdrew his gaze thoughtfully.This Three-Phase Crown truly lived up to his reputation.On the other side, Crown of Magic Afra raised her hand.The Holy Light Array, which had not yet dissipated, suddenly contracted, transforming into countless chains of Holy Light that wrapped around the body of the fleeing Demon General. The chains bit into its flesh, burning with bursts of white smoke. Then, the array expanded again, once more enveloping it within.The Demon General struggled frantically inside, slamming against the light walls, but every impact left another burn mark on its body.It was at the end of its tether.With a shrill screech, its body was gradually purified by the Holy Light, disintegrating from the edges until it finally vanished into thin air.With this, all the invading Demon Generals were dead.But the war was not yet completely over."Casters, begin the purification!"The commanders of the various legions were the first to snap back to their senses and issue orders. The cheering gradually subsided, replaced by an orderly bustle.Warlocks, priests, and mages stepped out from the ranks and began chanting incantations. Various Spells with holy attributes or purification powers were constructed by them.Holy Light Illumination, Rain of Purification, Holy Nova—Beams of light rose across the battlefield, dispersing the residual Abyssal aura.Soldiers also began cleaning up the battlefield and dealing with the aftermath.Some were responsible for collecting the bodies of their comrades, some for gathering scattered weapons, and some for helping the wounded move to the rear. The air was thick with the smell of blood, potions, and the scent emitted when the Abyssal aura was purified.However—Those Legends, the Crown Ranks standing at the top of the pyramid, did not participate in these cleanup efforts, nor did they make many other moves. Instead, they stood ready as if facing a formidable foe.They stood where they were, their gazes crossing the healing spatial rifts and the bottomless crater.Finally—their gazes landed on each other.The atmosphere began to grow somewhat oppressive.The ordinary soldiers looked up, first watching their Legends with some confusion, then, as if realizing something, their expressions turned serious. People tightened their grip on their weapons and subconsciously moved closer to their respective factions.At this time, the Red Emperor was suspended in the sky.His six arms hung low, the cracks on his scales slowly healing, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually stabilizing. However, he did not land; he simply looked down silently at the battlefield, the gazes of his three heads scanning the surroundings.Ramorien moved within the thunderclouds, his dragon eyes flickering gloomily. Lightning leaped between his scales, occasionally striking down a bolt that blasted a charred pit into the ground.The Legendary Dragons around him also had long, steady breaths and powerful Dragon Might, their gazes sweeping back and forth over the humans.Afra stood at the top of the magic tower. The runes on the tower's body were flowing; they hadn't extinguished because the battle with the demons had ended, but had instead become even more brilliant.Beside her, the other Crown Ranks of the Southern Domain stood ready.On the other side.Walta's face was composed, showing little emotion. The Astral Self wheel behind him began to rotate again, while Life Stream and Sun Soul light intertwined on his body.Beside him, the two Crown Ranks of the East Association stood silently in place.The Legends from the four directions now had subtle expressions.They had just fought side by side, united in purpose, resisting the Abyssal invasion together and witnessing each other's power.But now—With the disappearance of the Abyssal Rifts and the demise of their common enemy, the influence of the alliance was rapidly fading, while the estrangement between them was quickly thickening.The Central Plains.This vast and fertile land, which once belonged to the Empire, was now without a master.Who wouldn't want to get their hands on it? Who wouldn't want to occupy it?No matter which power obtained it, their strength would achieve a qualitative leap.The Lord of Thunder's gaze landed on Garros, his eyes somber.His two kin, the Lord of Storms and the Lord of Tides, along with the other Legendary Dragons, were at his side, baring their teeth and emitting an increasingly dangerous Dragon Might.Dark clouds gathered above them, blotting out the sun.The Legends of the Southern Domain and the East Association were also slowly moving toward their respective camps. Behind Afra, the runes of the magic tower began to rearrange; beside Walta, the Crown Rank swordsman's hand had already moved to his sword hilt.No one spoke first.No one acted first.But anyone could see that a battle could break out at any moment.At the same time, the Legends of the Romania Nations also spontaneously gathered, centering around the Red Emperor.As for the Red Emperor, his three heads were turning in different directions.His gaze first swept past Ramorien, looking at the Ancient Dragon's expectant eyes; then past Afra, sensing the caution beneath her expression; and finally past Walta, seeing the wariness on his resolute face.Garros was observing.The Three-Phase Crown, the Crown of Magic, and the other slightly weaker human Crown Ranks and Legends—none of them were at their peak state.Walta's breathing was slightly rapid, Afra's magic robe had several burn marks, and others also bore various degrees of injuries—but at the same time, none could be called overly exhausted.The four-sided allied forces' crusade against the demon fortress had ended quickly.The Legends still preserved considerable power.Ramorien—The Lord of Thunder's aura was equally robust, lightning leaping between his scales. The Legendary Dragons around him also had long breaths and thick Dragon Might.If a war really started here—It would be meaningless.Garros quickly made a decision.Unless there was a necessity to fight for it, Garros preferred to avoid conflict and develop silently. His talent and race both destined that as long as he could survive, he would continue to become stronger, constantly surpassing himself.Time was on his side; there was no need to be in a hurry.Most importantly—The Red Iron Dragon looked up toward the high sky, where the outlines of Floating Cities could still be faintly seen.Those floating massive cities hung silently above the clouds, without a sound.Currently, only one Floating City had fallen.But this might only be a beginning.In the future, who knows when new Floating Cities might fall and new rifts appear.No one knew if Atlan would face new disasters.Although Garros's Dragon Emperors Extra-Dimension could sweep away rifts, the wind-up was too long and required enough time to charge.To be safe, it was better to keep the other nations for now.If there was another Abyssal invasion, at least there would be others to share the pressure.Just as the fierce light in Ramorien's eyes grew stronger, and he was almost unable to restrain himself, the Red Emperor's low and majestic voice rang out once more."The demons have retreated, and the rifts have been leveled."Everyone's gaze focused on him.The Red Iron Dragon was at the center of attention. His expression remained unchanged as he continued, "The Central Plains are vast and rich in resources. Even a quarter of this land is far larger in scale than any of our existing territories."He paused, his three heads scanning the surroundings simultaneously."My proposal is—""Joint rule by the four parties, dividing the Central Plains into four. We each get one part, drawing boundaries to develop individually. With the richness of this land, it is enough for each side to recuperate and grow stronger day by day, without worrying about a lack of resources or narrow territories."As his words fell, he deactivated his combat stance.The dragon's body gradually shrank, returning to a normal size of nearly fifty meters. The formidable form with three heads and six arms also dissipated, reverting to a normal dragon form.But even so, no one dared to look down on him.The battle just now had proven his power.On the human side, Walta and Afra quickly exchanged a look.They were weighing their options.The destructive power shown by the Red Emperor was terrifying, and he was also an extremely hard-to-kill 'Undying Dragon.' Currently, no one was sure where his limit actually was.If he were to join forces with the Lord of Thunder, he would be even harder to deal with.Neither the East Association nor the Southern Domain wanted to make an enemy of the Red Emperor.If they could obtain a quarter of the Central Plains without fighting, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain, and it would avoid heavy casualties, preserving strength to deal with possible subsequent crises.After all, no one was sure when the next Floating City would fall.As for the future—The strength of dragons was unquestionable.However, humans also had their own advantages.Perhaps because their lives were short, humans especially cherished their limited time. Their development potential and speed of growth were never something long-lived species could compare to. As long as humans were given enough time and space, they could always create miracles.At this moment, Afra nodded slightly and smiled. "What His Majesty Ignas says is not without reason."She looked up and said, "The threat of the Abyss has not completely ended. It is not the time for internal strife. Dividing the Central Plains and settling our conflicts is the best choice. The Southern Domain accepts this proposal."Walta also spoke slowly, his voice booming, "Joint rule by the four parties, defining boundaries and non-aggression. The East Association also accepts."The two human Crown Ranks expressed their stances one after another, approving the plan for a peaceful division.As they spoke, the latter dispersed the wheel behind him, while the light of the magic tower beside the former also gradually retracted, turning back into an ordinary tower.Although the Legends behind them were still wary, their hostility had clearly faded a lot. They obviously also recognized that this was the most advantageous choice at the moment.Only one remained—Ramorien.Everyone's gaze fell on that Blue Dragon, sweeping over the dragons of the Braketon Kingdom.The Lord of Thunder's expression was grim.Centering on him, the surrounding sky was obscured by dark clouds, with countless lightning storms churning within. Helmod Dragons streaked through them, making the scene look like the apocalypse had arrived. The lightning reflected on his face, shifting between light and dark.The Lord of Thunder moved his gaze away from Garros.He stared at Afra, stared at Walta—scanning every human Legend present.Then, he spoke slowly."Heh, how can we govern Atlan together with you tiny insects?"His voice was low, carrying unconcealed contempt.Everyone's expressions changed slightly, their gazes turning serious.But in the next moment, Ramorien suddenly laughed.The muscles on his dragon face relaxed, revealing a bit of a playful meaning as he changed his tone. "Haha, you probably thought I would say that, and then you would get nervous, get defensive, and start preparing for battle—right?"He shook his head, his tone becoming casual."However, I am not a foolish dragon.""I just fought a battle with demons; there's no need to fight another one with you. Dividing the Central Plains into four is fine; I have no objection. Just don't give me the most barren piece."The leaders reached a preliminary verbal agreement.The tedious matters of specific territorial division, boundary definition, and resource allocation would naturally require detailed follow-up consultations. They couldn't be settled in a short time and would require sending specialized personnel to negotiate slowly.However, those were matters for later.Each kingdom had corresponding personnel who were good at handling such affairs.The dust had temporarily settled.The Red Emperor glanced at the deep crater, his dragon wings vibrating slightly as he returned toward the North.Meanwhile, in another direction.The Lord of Thunder flapped his two wings and turned his body.With his back to the crowd, the casual look on his dragon face vanished without a trace. His gaze became incredibly gloomy, full of violence and rage.Cooperating with humans—sharing the continent equally—Truly a disgrace—But this only lasted for an instant before being quickly covered by his lowered eyelids. When he looked up again, his face had returned to a calm state, showing no sign of joy or anger."Let's go."He said flatly, flapping his wings and flying in another direction. The Lord of Storms and the Lord of Tides exchanged a look and silently followed