"Boom!!!"
Ice shards flew everywhere. This eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman, comparable to an Immortal-level powerhouse, had finally died.
Those outside watching the livestream immediately cheered loudly.
Li Qingyun, He Guangxin, and the others who had logged off early excitedly embraced each other.
They... had slain an Immortal!
Despite paying a heavy price, they had truly achieved this unprecedented feat!
Although they were geniuses in the spotlight, they had spent a century in the cultivation world and had not lost their youthful passion.
Rankings were not important; what mattered was that in this process, they had worked together, each playing a crucial role and having their own brilliant moments.
This sense of participation made them proud and filled them with excitement.
Moreover... these people watching the livestream outside were also cheering for them!
"Awesome, awesome!"
"Damn, I'm going to shout for humanity to win!"
"Sky-Slayers! Nothing more than that!"
"Too strong, too strong! I want to participate next time, I want to be on the big screen!"
"..."
Chu Yang looked at Ao Qi and Old Wang, who were dumbfounded, and said, "Actually, this was beyond my expectations. They actually had better ways to win."
"Ah?"
"Battles between Immortal-level powerhouses are difficult to decide quickly. The strongest beings in this battlefield are Immortal-level cultivators. And the eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman has only one more than the human Immortal-level powerhouses, their strength is almost equal. They could have fought for three days and three nights, so they could have chosen to slowly recover their consumed spiritual energy before rejoining the battle."
"In that case, these eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansmen would also be greatly depleted, and with the balance shifting, it would have been quite easy for them to gang up on one eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman."
Old Wang scratched his head, "Are you going to criticize them later?"
Chu Yang shook his head and said, "Why criticize? Just like what Wang Teng said before this trial began, our Lan Star human race now lacks this kind of all-out, desperate bloodlust. They chose the most bloodthirsty method, and the effect was quite good. Look how many people were inspired by their spirit?"
The two looked around and indeed, after the Lan Star cultivators saw Li Qingyun and the others successfully slay an Immortal, the atmosphere reached its climax.
Everyone was shouting with flushed faces, wishing they could rush into the screen and fight alongside them.
"Besides, this is just a trial, not a real battle. They know what they're doing. If this were a battlefield, they certainly wouldn't treat their lives so lightly. Wang Teng and Xiao Long survived in such desperate worlds, so they are not as reckless as you might think."
Ao Qi and Old Wang both nodded. They didn't understand these things, so they naturally accepted whatever Chu Yang said.
This made the Sea Dragon King want to jump in and fight, let alone the other cultivators.
The explosive special effects already had the effect of making adrenaline surge.
Combined with this scene, a war between races made people even more passionate.
Although they chose such a reckless method, as long as one eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman was killed by them, an Immortal-level cultivator would be freed.
With the balance shifting, human cultivators were originally stronger than these Sky-Slaying clansmen, so the final outcome of this battle was basically determined.
Chu Yang directly concluded, "This battle, humanity has already won."
After saying that, he turned and disappeared from the spot. Although he was the Human Emperor, people felt a lot of psychological pressure when he was present.
He had observed carefully that when he wasn't there, people were not so constrained and could cheer freely.
It was like when your homeroom teacher is in the classroom; no matter what activities you're doing, you're always hesitant.
But as soon as the homeroom teacher leaves, you can pretty much do whatever you want.
Just as Chu Yang predicted, after Li Qingyun and the others killed this eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman, the battle situation turned sharply.
The morale of the Sky-Slaying clan plummeted.
These humans, only at the Nascent Soul stage, had ganged up and killed one of their eighth-stage powerhouses!
In the lower battlefields, Shen Yingxue and Zhang Xiaohu had also turned things upside down, and poisonous mist kept filling the battlefield. The Sky-Slaying clansmen sometimes didn't even know how they died; they would be fighting and suddenly their bodies would inexplicably begin to rot.
Until a terrifying explosion suddenly appeared in the sky, and the last eighth-stage Sky-Slaying clansman perished. The Sky-Slaying clan was defeated.
But for humanity, it was a bitter victory.
Out of the twenty thousand Lan Star cultivators who entered, only a little over a hundred remained alive, indicating how severe the casualty ratio was.
Even so, they should be proud because they had defeated nearly ten times their number of Sky-Slaying clansmen.
"Haha! Victory! Our human race will surely endure forever!"
People cried and laughed, watching the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipate.
However, in this daze, the Immortal-level powerhouse in the sky stared blankly at this world.
He looked at Bai Nianchen, his eyes filled with tears, "We... have lost, haven't we? I suddenly remember, I seem to have experienced this scene. In fact, we are all dead, all dead, right? I fought until the last moment, my clansmen and I are all dead..."
Bai Nianchen's expression changed. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at this tragic scene, he suddenly remembered that these people... these people were just historical images. They might have been buried in the long river of history along with their world.
"Hahahahaha... it was all a dream! This is a scene from my dream. We hard-won victory, our homeland was reclaimed, we... we..."
"Senior!" Bai Nianchen also had tears in his eyes and shouted, "We have won, humanity... will surely endure forever!"
This Immortal, whose name was not left behind, showed a relieved smile. "Yes, our human race... will surely endure forever..."
He dissipated, and everyone dissipated.
This recreated historical image had finished playing. Although they had changed the final outcome of the story, they could not rewrite the outcome of history...