The crowd, both humans and demons, saw only one scene.
After everything calmed down, Weisheng Canglan did not stand up again, and the strong aura was gone, leaving only the faint traces of Weisheng Canglan's presence lingering in the air. But as the wind blew, the aura grew even fainter.
"It's not over, is it?"
Long Ye looked towards the center of the battle, still hoping in his heart that Weisheng Canglan would rise and the battle would continue.
But in the next moment, Wen Ping rode the Great Demon and slowly flew towards where Weisheng Canglan had fallen.
Despite his lingering hope and doubt, Wen Ping's movement was equivalent to giving Long Ye an answer.
Indeed!
The battle was over.
"Who exactly is this person?" Long Ye looked towards the distant mysterious Condemner, his heart full of disbelief.
