Leonel stood in a daze.
Just like that? It ended just like that?
There was still a swarm of English to his front. With his current condition, he wasn't confident in even defeating them, let alone cutting a path through and taking down Joan.
Leonel suddenly felt a cold shiver, causing him to quickly spin toward the source. However, he found nothing but more Englishmen and further back, a swarm of French knights.
His brow tightly furrowed, but no matter how he swept his Internal Sight, he couldn't find anything wrong.
Unable to find anything, he turned back, slowly walking to Joan's body.
By now, the English didn't dare to block his path. Their commanders were dead, and now the god on their side was also dead, how could they dare to continue to fight back? Even with Leonel being heavily injured, they just witnessed him say something seemingly ridiculous, only for that to end in the death of someone they thought was invincible.
