"Teacher!"
Emperor Yu looked toward the last place the National Preceptor had stood. Although this was a great victory for Great Yu, there was not the slightest joy in his heart.
Not only his teacher!
The ground was also covered with the fallen heroes of Great Yu.
"I have failed you all!"
Emperor Yu blamed himself, but for the future peace of Great Yu, he had no choice but to do this.
All the experts of the Blood Race were wiped out, the same for the Stone Race. Only the Tree-man Race still had some remnants in the Hidden Forest Abyss.
But they were no longer worth worrying about.
Of the Ten Great Dangerous Lands, the top three had already been ruined.
As for the others, even if they were lent courage, they wouldn't dare harbor thoughts of rebellion again.
Great Yu could at least be stable for ten thousand years.
He could also rest assured and take that final step.
