The scenes stirred waves of emotion within Xu Ding's heart. He found it hard to believe that everything had transformed so drastically.
Just as the Mandrill Guards were wiping out the remaining Phantom Horn race, a few figures in the distance quickly left.
"The Phantom Horn race is done for!"
Led by a few Phantom Horn race members, a small figure with lifeless eyes muttered.
"Young Mistress Luoluo, as long as you are here, the Phantom Horn race still exists!"
The Phantom Horn race member said to Luoluo respectfully.
They had been sent out by Phantom Lord in advance to avoid the Mandrill race and prevent the Phantom Horn race from being destroyed.
"No, we're done for. Everything's gone!"
Luoluo was in a trance, her mind seemingly blank and devoid of thoughts. However, in no time, a crimson beam streaked across from the Phantom City's direction, going unnoticed by anyone.
It landed on Luoluo.
"Silence! Resentment!"
