"Understood!" The chorus of agreement rang out from the leaders of the remaining royal clans. At this point, they recognized the sway Qiong Mou held, his might undeniably surpassing theirs. Not one of them harbored illusions of outmatching him in a confrontation.
As his order hung in the air, Qiong Mou's figure vanished into the sky, setting course for Qingzhou. Meanwhile, the formidable forces comprising the royal clans and the amassed demon horde retreated, leaving behind a desolate and broken group from the three sects.
The group of dejected disciples stood forlorn on the devastated lands, echoing a shared sentiment. "It's over… The human race is completely finished."
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Qiong Mou traversed the sky with a commanding presence, each step seemingly asserting his dominance over the world below. His aura amplified with every moment, a frightening crescendo of power as he approached Qingzhou.
