Gradually.
The aftermath dissipated.
Barely able to discern the blurry figures.
On the exquisite chessboard, the civil and military officials of the Qin Dynasty stood upright, their presence sharp, like spears piercing the heaven and earth.
Gui Guzi stood at the edge, his expression calm, clothes tidy, untouched by any harm.
And opposite him, Hongjun staggered, retreating hundreds of thousands of miles, with disheveled blood-red hair draped on his shoulders, eyes sunken, skeleton-like.
The vital blood within him had been burned away.
His strength had fallen to the mid-rule domain stage.
Moreover, his physical body suffered severe damage, with cracks bleeding alarmingly.
Who won?
Who lost?
It's already discernible by the naked eye!
"We've won!"
Ancient powerhouses like Ren Zu, Emperor Xia, and Emperor Shang had tears in their eyes, overwhelmed with emotion.
Emperor, can you see?
In this battle, humanity has triumphed!
"Kill!"
