The Returning Ruins Silent Sea was as calm and undisturbed as ever.
At some point, the curtain had fallen on the events at sea.
The lone vessel carrying the Demon Race army slowly approached the shore.
Only Yun Qinghe, who had been waiting on the reef, tightened her grip on her Immortal Sword, her beautiful eyes flickering with emotion.
'He must have won, right?'
For some reason, Yang Zhaoyuan also felt a pang of nervousness at the sight.
The Empress and Fairy Ci Hang had already gone ahead to explore the island, while the others waited in place.
Even knowing that His Majesty's Cultivation was unparalleled, that he could withstand even three strikes from a Sword Immortal, they still couldn't help but worry.
After all, this was an entire Demon Race army aboard an Ancient Ship, vast in number, led by a Demon Emperor and assisted by several Demon Monarchs.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long.
