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The great battle has ended.

That decisive shot, though thirty years late, arrived nonetheless.

Inside the Heavenly Mirror.

The demon prince was pinned to a stone wall by the spear in Yu Zhiying's hand, which bore a black rune. His face was full of disbelief, but he was unable to struggle.

On that vast ruin.

Yu Zhiying's hands were still trembling. The woman was dressed in white, silver and red armor, but tears streamed down her delicate and heroic eyes.

"My lord, I defeated the greatest genius of our generation. Does that mean I've achieved the pinnacle of invincibility?"

"I don't know what the true invincible path is either, but I will continue to help you carry on the path..."

The woman in silver and red armor lowered her eyes slightly, and crystal tears fell on her long eyelashes, making her appear inexplicably cold and sad.

Yu Zhiying, you clearly won, you surpassed the number one genius of that generation, and avenged your husband, so why is your heart still filled with sorrow?

Where does your path lead?

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; he will never come back.

Outside the Heavenly Mirror.

The cultivators from the three races did not show much surprise or astonishment.

With favorable timing, location, and popular support, Yu Zhiying is destined for victory.

He spent thirty years observing all of his enemy's habits, causes and effects, techniques, magical weapons, and even the trajectory of his spear movements.

The Demon Prince has no chance of winning.

Many powerful human beings who knew the ins and outs of the matter could only stare at that figure with a dazed look in their eyes.

"She won..."

"Yu Zhiying, she perfected the invincible path and became the number one of that era..."

"..."

But no one revealed the ending.

Yu Zhiying will never see her lover again.

That was a permanent separation between heaven and earth.

Thirty years of hatred sustained Yu Zhiying to this point, but what will happen next?

No one knew.

The land of powerful demons.

The demon kings gritted their teeth, their eyes bloodshot with rage, "Damn it, this human woman actually defeated the demon prince?"

"Damn it, all the other teams of our demon race have disappeared, leaving only the Demon Prince. Does this mean... we're going to be wiped out in this Dragon Qi Competition?"

"Things don't always go as planned..."

"Damn it!"

Many demon kings were furious.

After the Heavenly Mirror projected the scene inside the Ancestral Dragon Secret Realm, many great demons understood one thing.

Someone slaughtered all the prodigies of this generation of the demon race, even Taizhu is dead...

The remains of Taizhu's original body are still behind Yu Ge.

Now, even the number one prodigy of the demon realm has been nailed to death in the void by a single spear.

The demon race... was defeated.

Inside the Ancestral Dragon City.

The power dynamics between humans and demons have changed.

The disparity in the dragon energy contest is too great. Once the dragon energy within the demon prince is stolen, the demon race will lose the protection of dragon energy for the next thousand years, and perhaps...

Genocide.

After all, even the incredibly powerful demon race from thousands of years ago was wiped out in the Eastern Wilderness...

After this battle, once Yu Zhiying obtains the dragon energy from the Demon Child's body, the human race will occupy seven-tenths of the continent's fortune.

A thousand years of prosperity!

at the same time.

The land of the beastmen, which has remained silent all along.

The old Dragon Emperor gently squeezed the jade in his palm.

The strongest dragon in the race narrowed his eyes, pondering: The outcome is still uncertain...

……

Within the Ancestral Dragon's Secret Realm, through the Heavenly Mirror.

Among the ruins of Yaoguangwei.

The Demon Prince coughed up blood, staring blankly at Yu Zhiying before him.

He was unable to move, pinned to an endless stone wall, struggling to breathe.

With each breath, the Demon Child felt his blood gushing out.

Crimson blood gushed from his chest, where the spear had pinned him, leaving him in a wretched state.

Born with the destiny of two races, the Demon Prince, as the number one prodigy of the previous generation, experienced such a devastating defeat for the first time.

The demon prince's eyes were glazed over, and he said in a trembling voice, somewhat speechless, "Madwoman, who exactly... did I kill?"

The man's voice was weak and broken, likely due to his exhaustion.

Yu Zhiying simply lowered her eyes and said, "The person who loves me most in the world is also the person I love most in this world."

The Demon Prince paused for a moment, then chuckled.

He didn't say anything more.

The Demon Lord doesn't understand love; he doesn't care who he kills, he only cares about who can kill him.

Now, he has lost...

The Demon Prince stared at his chest, where the spear had driven him to his death, and crimson blood continued to flow. He felt inexplicably angry.

"Damn it," the man muttered under his breath, "I was too careless. I hadn't even tested my last trump card, and now I'm completely out of energy..."

He actually had another trump card that could kill someone, which his parents had prepared for him.

He was too overconfident just now, which caused the demon prince to be nearly killed by the spear before he could react.

He still has a trump card up his sleeve. Although it can't save him, it can be used to trade one for one, eliminating anyone in the room...

The Demon Prince narrowed his eyes as he stared at Yu Zhiying, inwardly furious: "I originally intended to save this move for Yu Ge, but now that my time is up, I'll send you to meet your damned husband before I die..."

In fact, the Demon Child still remembers Black Mulberry.

Actually, there's more to the story behind the rumors that Hei Sang couldn't even withstand three moves from the Demon Prince back then.

The Demon Prince of yesteryear has long since entered the Refinement of Emptiness realm, surpassing Heisang in cultivation.

But after exchanging two blows, the Demon Prince discovered that the seemingly ordinary rogue cultivator was actually no less skilled than himself.

Finally, in order to fulfill his title as the number one prodigy, the Demon Prince used a celestial artifact that could trap and kill anyone.

Hei Sang was originally a rogue cultivator, so how could he possibly be a match for a celestial artifact? Naturally, he met his end.

The reason the Demon Child dug out Black Mulberry's heart was actually to vent his anger.

The demon prince was terrified; a mere rogue cultivator had actually forced him to activate a celestial artifact.

He was the strongest in the continent since birth, but in the end, his strength came from his special physique. He was half-demon and half-monster, carrying the fortune of two races.

His heart was not firm.

The Demon Prince was jealous of Black Mulberry's yearning for invincibility...

Time passes.

Thirty years later.

The Demon Child still possesses Black Mulberry's heart.

At this moment, looking at Yu Zhiying's sorrowful face.

The Demon Prince suddenly smiled, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "I remember now, you were that rogue cultivator's partner. Heh, thirty years ago, I dug out his heart, and you even damaged a celestial artifact belonging to the Yu family. What a losing proposition..."

Upon hearing this...

Yu Zhiying's eyes immediately reddened. "What did you say?"

The Demon Prince's lips curled into a smirk, a morbid madness flashing across his face. "I said, your husband's heart is incredibly fragile. I easily ripped open his chest, hahaha..."

"His heart is still in my storage ring, as my trophy..."

"You!" Yu Zhiying was furious and immediately tried to snatch the storage ring containing her husband's heart.

On the other hand, consider the Demon Child.

Although he was pinned to death by a spear, a wicked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Closer, closer...

His deadly technique requires a certain distance to lock onto the target.

Just as Yu Zhiying was about to get close to the Demon Prince.

Suddenly, a hand blocked Yu Zhiying's path.

It was a slender, long hand, and suddenly a clear, melodious voice rang out in the air.

"The Demon's Ring... it's probably a trap..."