The light of the teleportation array shot up into the sky, but it did not last for long. It quickly dissipated like a candle Flame in the Wind.
As the light dissipated, the war also came to an end.
The general was the courage of the soldiers, one person leading a thousand troops, as if they were one.
Now that they had lost their backbone, the sea Race camp naturally fell apart.
The cultivators of the sea tribe who were not qualified to be teleported and could only serve as cannon fodder all fled in panic.
After getting rid of the mental control, there was no hope for a tomorrow. Only a fool would continue to fight with his life.
Run as far as you can, or else staying here is just waiting for death.
The water was originally blood-red and pitch-black, and the area above the underwater Valley that was blocked by the sea tribe's bodies was now empty.
The barrier made of flesh and blood had disappeared.
"Send someone down to take a look,"
