Lin Junzhao's words came to an abrupt halt there, as Pei Yan, with their souls fused, could keenly sense that she still had more to say but had left it unsaid. After that, Lin Junzhao severed the mental connection, completely cutting off Pei Yan's desire to probe further. Helpless, Pei Yan could only sigh as he flew back.
When Pei Yan's figure, carrying Lelajin's corpse, appeared above the camp, a thunderous cheer erupted from below. All the Demon Race soldiers tossed their helmets into the sky, rejoicing and weeping with joy. Lelajin's death marked the end of this battle! They had won!
