Ten years later.
"How's the situation looking?" Dao Shen asked Meng Hao.
The two of them were at the forefront of an army that seemed to blot out the sun as they were descending upon the Fire Lord's final bastion, the last planet where his remnants were still holed up in.
"Not too bad, the Main Planet of the Fire Domain is currently without allies, all the cultivators that supported the Fire Lord immediately turned their back on his remnants once he died," Meng Hao said.
"There should still be a couple of Spears Left," said Dao Shen.
"They shouldn't be a problem for us, Do you wish to take the lead for the charge?" asked Dao Shen.
"Sure, I'd be honored," Meng Hao replied and stood at the forefront of the army of cultivators.
"FOLLOW ME TO RID OUR WORLD OF THE FIRE LORD'S FILTH!"
