Ou Yangming looked at Feng Yiyuan and could not help but be moved when he noticed how nervous the great ancestor was.
Regardless of Feng Yiyuan's character and his plans, his worries and efforts for the city were real. Perhaps nothing was more important than the city to him.
Ou Yangming sighed and answered in a deep voice, "Senior Feng, it's over."
"Huh? What?" Feng Yiyuan's eyes lit up, but he still asked in disbelief.
"The Humans' disaster is over," Ou Yangming uttered word by word.
"It's over?" Feng Yiyuan repeated the words several times, and his body slowly shivered.
Apart from him, the Supreme Great Ancestors behind him also had different facial expressions, but they were all excited.
