The curtain had fallen.
The battle had ended.
The downpour ceased, and the storm dissipated.
The incredibly fierce battle finally concluded with the death of the great demon and the annihilation of the beast tide.
On the Yanshi Great River, everything seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
But the diverted streams, the turbid, bloody water, and the shattered debris all spoke of the battle's brutality.
"Fang Yang, thank you for your help," Chen Xing said with a sincere expression.
Chen Yuan, shedding her usual composure, said with lingering fear, "If you hadn't stepped in to help, I'm afraid Wenxi would have been doomed."
Qing Wenxi nodded hurriedly, all her previous confidence and coldness gone.
The debt of saving one's life was not something to be taken lightly.
Besides, she was no heartless ingrate; she was naturally immensely grateful to Fang Yang.
