The conversation between Louis XVII and Antonio had just ended.

Suddenly, they simultaneously turned their heads towards the fifth high tower formation, now collapsed into ruins.

There was a demonic flame rising skyward.

The black-red demonic flame illuminated the sky like a dark fiery cloud.

"The aura of the Pope has vanished!"

Louis XVII’s expression grew grave.

He did not dare to be sure, for this battle, which should have been a sure thing, had already encountered too many unexpected events.

"A completely unfamiliar, terrifying Tier Nine Ultimate aura has appeared there, causing shivers!"

Friend or foe?

Someone made a judgment faster than they did.

It was the Imperial Original Dao Soldiers, the Knight’s Code.

The instant the Pope’s aura disappeared, the Knight’s Code abruptly closed the entire book and transformed into a dark light, fleeing into the distance.

Sensing the Knight’s Code’s movements, the faces of Louis XVII and Antonio instantly turned ashen.

What made the Knight’s Code make such a judgment?

It didn’t even notify them and directly retreated towards the empire’s main base.

This was almost blatantly telling them one thing.

The empire, lost!

"Let’s go!"

Louis XVII and Antonio exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn’t succeed, they also quickly made a decision.

Under their call, the remaining knights of the Four Great Knight Orders gathered together and began an orderly retreat towards the empire.

Watching the Imperial Knight Order retreat like a tidal wave,

every Great Xia person on the battlefield couldn’t help but straighten their backs, with a sense of relief finally released.

The empire lost!

Great Xia won!

Satisfying!

In front of Julu Pass, a figure wreathed in demonic flames descended, followed by another figure with a golden profound text shield, then a third, a fourth...

The legion commanders of Great Xia met here.

"Congratulations, senior brother, for fulfilling your wish, making a breakthrough, and becoming Great Xia’s second Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouse."

Lin Jingxuan was the first to congratulate Wei Qing.

Wei Qing waved his hand, not caring about such empty fame, and threw two items on the ground.

Clang, clang.

The sound of two heavy objects hitting the ground.

"What are these?"

"Two Tier Nine artifacts of the Pope, they’re useless to me, you can divide them as you see fit."

Wei Qing’s tone was casual.

But the presence of the Pope’s two emblematic artifacts here could only signify one thing!

The Tier Nine Peak Ultimate Powerhouse, leader of one of the Five Great Forces, the Old Covenant, the Pope, had fallen at Wei Qing’s hands!

He did it.

The Tier Nine artifacts captured by Wei Qing were the Pope’s Staff and King’s Treasure Pearl, which had previously caused him considerable trouble.

As for the Gem Crown, it had completely shattered when the Pope forcibly used the Blood Curse to curse-kill Wei Qing.

Not a trace was left.

The Pope’s Staff possessed nearly invincible melee combat ability, and any enemy within the staff’s range could not breach its impenetrable defense.

The King’s Treasure Pearl’s ability was even more straightforward; it could periodically emit a golden light that would instantly dissolve any enemy enveloped in it into blood.

"Fourth junior brother, these two Tier Nine artifacts, I’ll leave them for you to manage first."

After a moment of consideration, Lin Jingxuan handed them over to Shen Zheqi.

He and Wei Qing naturally couldn’t use them, Han Zhan didn’t need them either, and third junior brother Ye Qiu had the Original Dao Soldiers’ White Jade Emperor’s Seal, also didn’t need them.

The Fourth War Zone, once the only remaining legion of Great Xia as they retreated to North County, had, unknowingly, become the weakest in terms of combat strength.

This is a good thing.

Shen Zheqi didn’t hesitate either. Currently, his combat strength was indeed somewhat lacking in this high-intensity war confrontation.

After distributing the Pope’s two spoils of war, Lin Jingxuan’s gaze returned to Han Zhan.

"The sword light just now, it surpassed Tier Nine. I could feel the sword intent it contained, definitely from one who has stepped into the Realm of Transcendence."

"Was that your gain in the Fruit World?"

Lin Jingxuan, saying this, felt a sense of wonder.

Every time, Han Zhan harvested abundantly every time he entered the Fruit World.

And those gains had an impact far beyond personal, reaching deeply into the whole of Great Xia.

The Demon God’s Heart he brought back from the Fruit World saved Wei Qing’s life, casting an Earthly Demon God.

And that sword light helped North County lift the greatest crisis of the fallen darkness.

"Yes, second senior brother, all of this should have been within your calculations." Han Zhan continued.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jingxuan shook his head.

"As a Divination Master, with my current strength, I can only glimpse a fragment of the future, let alone calculate anything."

"I only knew that sending you into the Fruit World was the only optimal solution to resolve this predicament, that’s all."

"As for how it’s resolved, what the process is, whether there are any variables, I cannot see."

Lin Jingxuan said frankly.

That’s also why until the end, seeing the descent of the fallen darkness, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Destiny is unpredictable.

Everything followed the future trajectory he saw, with no deviations, which was the best outcome.

To return to the point.

They still needed to determine one thing now.

The moment they thought of it, Han Zhan, Lin Jingxuan, Wei Qing, and everyone else, all included.

Their breathing all became heavier.

"The empire has retreated its troops."

"What do we do now?"

Everyone fell silent.

They held their breath, waiting for an answer.

This answer needed to come from Han Zhan.

Amidst the attention of all, he moved to the forefront, watching the Imperial Knight Order retreat in an orderly manner, shielded by Louis XVII and Antonio, two Tier Nine Imperial Knights.

"Don’t you think they left not humiliatingly enough?"

Han Zhan’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

With those words, the whole oppressive atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit.

"Since when could anyone come and leave Great Xia as they please?"

Han Zhan’s next words caused everyone’s breathing to grow heavy once more.

It’s hard to say what that feeling was.

They longed for Han Zhan to say that sentence, the one they’d been waiting for, which would ignite their blood and make them risk everything.

Everyone’s heart started to beat violently.

It was due to excitement, it was due to exhilaration.

Han Zhan donned the Demon Crossing Cloak, the Ancient Divine Weapon Xuanyuan Sword was held in his hand, his blood-red battle robe flapping loudly.

"Where are the Great Xia men now!"

Whether it was Lin Jingxuan, Wei Qing, and the other legion commanders, or the Combat Spirit Contract Masters fighting on the front lines, after this sentence, they silently gathered behind Han Zhan.

Han Zhan’s longsword pointed in the direction of the empire’s main base.

Then he spoke words destined to be recorded in the history of Great Xia.

"The second southward strike, the Imperial Capital!"

"All the Great Xia soldiers, follow me to reclaim our lands!"

"Charge!"