Feng Wuchen and Dantong flashed over to the palace square.
There were many wounded on the square.
"Supreme Lord! Young Master Emperor Tongue!" Sheng Ying and Xuan Mu and the other upper echelons all bowed respectfully.
"Seniors, there's no need for so much formality. Everyone has worked hard in this battle." Feng Wuchen said with a joyful smile.
"Many thanks for taking action to save us, Supreme Lord!" Sheng Ying and the others expressed their gratitude respectfully.
If Feng Wuchen hadn't sent people over, the four great forces would surely have been wiped out.
Feng Wuchen waved his hand and said, "This whole matter started because of me. Of course I couldn't just sit by and watch. Instead, I've caused you to lose quite a few people."
Xuan Mu said respectfully, "Casualties are inevitable in a great war, but we have also won victory by it."
This battle had likewise dealt heavy casualties to the Demon Clan and the Martial Soul Holy Palace.
