It was past five in the morning.
In the outskirts of East City.
In the territory of Mount Fuji.
The scene was deathly quiet.
On one of the mountains there.
After the intense combat that had just taken place.
Lionel Yeager had fallen again.
Reginald Weston, Boris Moore, Jackson Luther, and other eight great martial emperor elders had also fallen.
After this fall.
Lionel Yeager and the others did not get up for a long time.
They were too badly injured, covered in blood, with skin fissuring and flesh splattering everywhere, hardly an inch of them was intact.
And on another mountain opposite.
"Huff... Huff..."
Tokugawa Higashiteru was clutching the Demon Sword, breathing heavily.
He too was covered in wounds, his garments stained red with blood.
After a period of silence.
Voices finally began to sound at the scene.
Toyotomi Doekawa let out a breath of turbid Qi and said, "These guys are really tenacious, to have battled Lord Tokugawa for so long!
