At this moment, the brutally cruel Immortal Ranking Battle, finally came to an end.
The roughly over ten thousand chosen who survived trickled out from the battlefield, being transported away.
Chosen ones waiting outside the battlefield rushed forward, emotionally searching for surviving relatives and friends, some bursting into tears. On the other hand, family members of those fallen wept inconsolably, beating their chests and stomping their feet, beyond self-control.
The members of the Pursuit of Wind Society, including the beautiful and stunning sisters Mei Huan and Seventh Princess, as well as the Society's leader Lu Tingfeng's son Lu Jian, all rushed up to protect Lu Tingfeng, who looked ragged, surrounding him like stars around the moon.
"Dad! You made it out alive! Dad! We were so worried outside!" Lu Jian's eyes brimmed with hot tears as father and son embraced tightly.
