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Dawn was approaching.
Brown desert sand began to glow with streaks of morning light, and the thick sand piles seeped with thick blood, revealing with the sunlight that the towering dunes seen in the night were actually mountains of demon race corpses.
On the ancient city walls, someone saw a man accompanied by several mighty divine dragons emerge from the morning light, one after another he returned the dragons to the Spirit Realm, until he reached the base of the old city wall when only he remained.
The few leaders on watch at the city gate hurriedly opened it, looking at him with shock, then beyond his silhouette at the bone mounds across the desert...
What a battle among the immortals!
If it were not for the break of dawn, the retreating demons like a tide, who knows if the desert would have become a sea of bone sand.
How many demon races and dark demons had he killed?
