Silence.
Soundless.
Except for the ravaging wind, there was nothing else on the battlefield.
The desolate plains were ruins of what had just been a fierce battle.
The heaps of corpses that mounted like hills testified to the brutality of this fight.
Yet, among them stood a man, appearing particularly composed.
His black coat flapped wildly in the wind, accentuating his tall and upright figure.
Beneath his feet lay the soldiers of the Demon Race torn apart by the Soul Devouring Power.
Looking around, not a single person had survived on the entire battlefield.
"Impressive skills, Master!" Richard hurriedly stepped forward, his tone full of admiration, "These mere demons cannot hold a candle to you!"
His gaze held an absolute loyalty to the Monarch.
Alina also approached Zhang Beixing, her exquisite face overflowing with joy.
"Beixing, with you here, I'm not afraid of anything."
She lightly wrapped her slender jade hand around the man's arm.
