Until the last Legion Commander, happily extorted by the young Taoist priest, was finished.
The war against the Lizardmen plane was now officially declared a victory.
Lin Zhan looked at the cheering soldiers below and raised his hands, saying loudly:
"All participating Legions will be rewarded for their merits upon returning to Huaxia. All fallen soldiers will be honored on the Monument of Heroes and receive death benefits. Huaxia will never let our brothers bleed and then weep."
"All soldiers will have a week off to visit their families. Each Legion will compile the lists of fallen and injured soldiers, along with the consumption of weapons and equipment, and then report to the General Staff."
"Now, all hands, enter the Tiger Tally space. We are going home."
"Huaxia is mighty, Huaxia is mighty."
"Great victory, great victory, great victory."
Watching the soldiers cheer.
The cheers of victory were shouted loudly by every soldier.
This campaign began with the invasion of the Ten Thousand Races, and it was the first time Huaxia had destroyed a medium-sized plane.
Lin Zhan nodded and smiled, knowing that victory was always the best tonic for an army.
Seeing that the army had been gathered into the Tiger Tally space, Lin Zhan quietly pulled the young Taoist priest over.
He asked in a low voice, "How's it going, brother-in-law? What was our haul this time?"
As soon as money was mentioned, the young Taoist priest's two small eyes turned into gold coins:
"Big brother, you have no idea how much these scoundrels could hide. Now that they've been exposed, I've scooped it all up. After deducting the increased equipment and supplies for each Legion, we'll have at least 50% left, enough for you to make two round trips to fight the Lizardmen."
Lin Zhan's eyes also narrowed with joy upon hearing this, saying:
"We didn't spend a little this time, especially the artillery and missile corps. It was the first time they used weapons so freely. They went a bit overboard and wasted at least 30% of the artillery fire."
The young Taoist priest glanced around, found no one paying attention to them, and then whispered in Lin Zhan's ear:
"Big brother, that was all on the books. I privately kept 60% of the spoils and stored them in our treasury."
The young Taoist priest thought he was being very discreet, but he didn't realize that the ancestors outside, even the weakest, were at the level of foundational Human Emperors.
How could they hide their little trick from these old fellows?
It was possible that what they had was something these old guys had already played with and discarded.
Lin Lin Zhan suddenly saw his ancestor Di Xin's mouth twitch, and his heart skipped a beat: "Damn it, I've been found out."
He quickly winked at the young Taoist priest and said:
"Brother-in-law, don't forget to arrange some filial gifts for all the ancestors with the supplies we've kept privately."
The young Taoist priest had been with Lin Zhan for a long time. Seeing Lin Zhan's wink and words, he immediately knew what to do:
"Don't worry, big brother. The filial gifts for the ancestors have long been prepared. A banquet of 108 exquisite dishes, 10 portions for each ancestor, 30 catties of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wine per person, 200 catties of thousand-year-old pure brewed wine per person, 500 catties of thousand-year-old spiritual wine per person, and 36 kinds of imperial pastries, 10 catties of each kind per person."
As soon as the young Taoist priest finished speaking, all the Human Emperor ancestors nodded with satisfaction, marveling inwardly that this little fatty was sensible and worth befriending.
Shang Jiawei looked at the two sly grandsons and shook his head. He walked to Lin Zhan's side and said:
"You two silly boys, what you've kept is nothing. The most valuable things in this plane are the Heart of the Plane – the World Stone, and those two Plane Spiritual Veins. Their value is hundreds of times higher than all your spoils. You two need to be more careful in the future."
Seeing the dumbfounded expressions on Lin Zhan and the young Taoist priest's faces, he turned to Da Yu and said:
"Ancestor Yu, unseal the void. We need to show our faces to the Ten Thousand Races as well."
Da Yu grinned and nodded: "No problem. I want to see the expressions on those old scoundrels of the Ten Thousand Races when they see you."
Before he finished speaking, Da Yu once again manifested his Heaven-Suppression Dharma Image, transforming into a giant a thousand meters tall.
He opened his eyes slightly, and with a few gestures of his hands, nine great cauldrons appeared from the void and fell into Da Yu's hands.
The Human Emperors of Huaxia exchanged glances and nodded at each other.
Like Da Yu, they all transformed into figures a thousand meters tall.
Di Xin waved his hand, lifting Lin Zhan and the young Taoist priest. The prestige of a Human Emperor was unleashed without reservation, firmly protecting Lin Zhan and the young Taoist priest.
Shang Jiawei's eyes flared, and his thousand-meter-tall body unleashed the full power of a Great Emperor of the Imperial Throne with a strike towards the sky.
A crystal, surrounded by countless small spatial cracks, was held in Shang Jiawei's hand.
Shang Jiawei flipped his palm and absorbed the World Stone into his own space.
After storing the World Stone, Shang Jiawei waved his hand, tore open the void, and stepped in with the Human Emperors.
After the people of Huaxia left the Lizardmen plane, the heavens and earth began to collapse.
Countless spaces were torn open, eventually turning into a blinding beam of light before disappearing completely.
All that remained was a black hole, greedily absorbing everything around it.
As the Huaxia group entered the void, they were instantly locked onto by hundreds of soul powers.
Shang Jiawei chuckled, and killing intent surged around him.
He slashed fiercely at the void.
Thirteen foundational powerhouses of the Undead race were flung out by Shang Jiawei.
"Shang Jiawei, impossible! How can Huaxia have an Emperor participating in the war?"
A Death Knight said to Shang Jiawei in horror.
"Why can't Huaxia have an Emperor participating? Your Undead race dared to send a King-level Necromancer to attack my descendant of the Great Shang. Shouldn't we settle this score properly?"
Although Shang Jiawei's face was smiling, his words were filled with killing intent.
"Great Starlight." Shang Jiawei said the three words, which sent shivers down the spines of all the foundational powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Races, with a chuckle.
A star burning with flame appeared among the foundational powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Races, emitting a soul-shattering light.
In the terrified gazes of the foundational powerhouses of the Ten Thousand Races, the Starlight exploded, directly turning the thirteen foundational powerhouses of the Undead race into giant torches.
Shang Jiawei watched the burning foundational powerhouses of the Undead race while explaining to Tang and Di Xin:
"Tang, Xin, do you see the difference between the Emperor-level Great Starlight and the King-level one?"
Seeing the confused expressions on Tang and Di Xin's faces, Shang Jiawei continued:
"The Great Starlight passed down by our ancestors is primarily soul-targeting, but fire is still fire. As long as the level of the fire is high enough, all things in the world will be burned by fire."
"Therefore, after reaching the Emperor level, the purity of the Great Starlight has increased. It can not only burn the soul but also use the soul as fuel to burn the body."
"Moreover, this flame that uses one's own soul as fuel cannot be extinguished as long as the soul of the person being burned has not completely perished. No matter how powerful the defense, it cannot prevent the person from turning into ashes."