High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Feng Mo's figure descended from the sky.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes and landed steadily on Ao Yuan's huge head, as if stepping on an ordinary reef.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand had returned to its normal size, and dark dragon blood was dripping from its shaft into the sea of ​​blood below.

Behind him stood the towering, majestic statue of the Great Sage, its golden armor stained with blood, its fiery eyes gazing down upon the world that had just endured a catastrophe, like a silent god of war.

Dead silence.

After a brief silence.

"We won...we won!!!"

Someone, with a hoarse voice, uttered the first cry of joyful tears.

next second.

"General Feng is mighty!!!"

"Long live humanity!!!"

A thunderous roar of cheers erupted from every corner of Shanghai and from every inch of the coastal defense line!

The sounds converged into a mighty torrent, dispelling the shadow of war and scattering the blood-red clouds on the horizon.

Countless people embraced and wept, countless people knelt and kowtowed, and countless people frantically shouted the name that stood like a god atop the dragon's head.

Feng Mo!

On the reef, Feng Qingyang struggled to sit up, looking at the figure in the distance, feeling the domineering aura of a ruler, and finally could only shake his head with a wry smile and utter two words.

"abnormal……"

Not far away, Li Changqing leaned against Lu Chenzhou, gazing at the young figure. In his cloudy eyes, shock, relief, and relief intertwined, and finally, all of these emotions turned into a long laugh.

Ao Yuan's fall was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a monstrous wave that swept across the entire East China Sea battlefield.

That terrifying dragon might belonging to a seventh-tier demon emperor dissipated completely in the world like a punctured balloon.

"roar?"

"Awoo?"

On the sea, the tens of thousands of monsters that were still attacking the defense line seemed to have their backbone ripped out in an instant.

The bloodlust and madness in their eyes faded, replaced by fear and bewilderment stemming from their biological instincts.

The Dragon King of the East Sea's demonic power has disappeared.

The invisible force that drove them to charge fearlessly also vanished.

"Run!"

A fourth-tier tiger shark monster was the first to react. It glanced in horror at the figure standing atop the dragon's head in the distance, not daring to utter a single harsh word. With a flick of its tail, it stirred up a giant wave and fled into the deep sea without looking back.

Its escape was like a signal.

All the remaining mid-to-high-level demonic beasts on the battlefield lost all will to fight. They turned around, tucked their tails between their legs, and scattered like stray dogs.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

"kill!!"

On the coastal defense line, the soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division were in high spirits.

They seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and launched their final all-out offensive.

In an instant, the clash of swords and the barrage of energy cannon fire transformed this sea area into a massive slaughterhouse.

The monstrous beasts that once brought death to countless soldiers have now become lambs to the slaughter.

This fierce and bloody battle, which lasted for several hours, is finally coming to an end.

The sea breeze carried a strong stench of blood, but the banner of the Demon Slayer Division, embroidered with swords and mountains and rivers, still fluttered in the wind, though it was now stained with the blood of demons.

……

Above the sea of ​​blood.

Feng Mo walked calmly across the water to the rocky outcrop where the wounded were gathered.

Feng Qingyang was being supported by two medics, grimacing as they treated his broken ribs. When he saw Feng Mo approaching, he grinned, trying to put on a dashing smile, but this aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

"You did a great job, kid," he said sincerely.

Feng Mo didn't reply, he just tossed it away casually.

A snow-white dragon tendon, still dripping blood and radiating terrifying pressure, was tossed in front of Feng Qingyang like a rope.

The dragon tendon landed on the reef and bounced twice on its own. The dragon's might on it even made the two medics turn pale and retreat repeatedly.

Feng Qingyang was stunned, staring blankly at the thing in front of him that was thicker than the load-bearing pillar of the auditorium.

"This is?"

Feng Mo looked at him expressionlessly, his tone as flat as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Your black dragon has run away."

"Go back and grab another one to pull the cart, and tie it with this dragon tendon."

"It's sturdier than the original one."

"..."

Feng Qingyang was stunned.

He blinked, looked at the dragon tendon of the seventh-tier demon emperor, then at Feng Mo's serious face, and it took him a full three seconds.

"puff--"

"Hahahahaha!!"

He suddenly burst into a deafening burst of wild laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, tears streaming down his face.

The laughter violently tugged at the broken bones in his chest, causing him to curl up in pain, laughing and groaning, but he just couldn't stop.

Lu Chenzhou and his soldiers around him were all baffled as they watched the usually lazy and unruly general laughing like a 300-pound child.

Only Feng Qingyang himself knew that he wasn't laughing at the dragon tendon, nor at the utterly lame joke.

He smiled because he could finally hand over the heavy burden on his shoulders with peace of mind.

Li Changqing lay half-paralyzed to the side, the purple lightning around him completely dissipated, and he looked like a slightly overweight middle-aged man who had just experienced a street fight, looking utterly disheveled.

Feng Mo walked over, bent down, and helped him up.

The two looked at each other.

Li Changqing's face was full of fatigue, but his eyes, which had once been filled with regret and vicissitudes, were now full of relief and comfort.

He lived for over a hundred years. In that small middle school campus in Ning City, during countless seemingly peaceful days and nights, he regretted, felt lost, and even doubted whether he would ever have the chance to make up for the regrets of the past.

At that moment, he saw the answer.

He patted Feng Mo's shoulder heavily with his only intact left hand.

The force was very strong.

"Kid, I didn't misjudge you."

Li Changqing's voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unprecedented sense of ease.

"Your talent... is truly extraordinary."

This legendary figure from a century ago, Lei Jun of the Great Xia Kingdom, expressed his highest recognition in the simplest way.

……

The once bustling battlefield was now being systematically cleaned up after the battle.

Huge monster carcasses were hauled onto transport ships; these were all valuable strategic resources.

The wounded were carried on stretchers and sent to the medical camp at the rear.

Battle damage data is compiled and sent to the command center one by one via military channels.

This was a Pyrrhic victory.

But in the end, it was a victory.

On the shore of the East China Sea, Feng Mo stood on the highest reef, the sea breeze blowing the scarlet cloak with the character "斩" (meaning "to cut") on it behind him.

His gaze, however, no longer fell upon the sea, which was gradually returning to calm.

He slowly turned around.

Sharp Eyes, activated!

His gaze pierced through the sky for thousands of miles, past countless cheering crowds, and looked towards the still-smoke-filled city of Shanghai.

In his field of vision.

In the west of the city, a soaring demonic aura still lingers, and the domain of the old tree of the Xia family, like a huge malignant tumor, covers a large area of ​​the city.

In several squares, the blood sacrifice arrays, which had not yet been completely extinguished, were still emitting an eerie red light.

Feng Mo's gaze gradually shifted from post-war calm to a chilling coldness.

The old dragon of the East Sea is dead.

But the score in Shanghai is not yet settled.