Fortunately, their actions did not harm the Wuya Dynasty. The original plan was to keep them inactive, and the Empress did not give any further instructions. Their actions, and even to some extent, were helpful, so it was understandable.
"Walk."
Having made the decision, and in order to make up for his previous mistakes, Lord Yu immediately issued a notice to his soldiers to defect and launch an attack on the other Western Zhou soldiers.
"..."
A wave of negative energy from the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
What the hell? It's one thing for friendly forces to suddenly betray us, but you guys are our own people! What kind of trouble are you trying to cause?!
However, regardless of what the Western Zhou soldiers thought, with their defection and the addition of Bu Jiang's soldiers, the war was finally coming to an end.
"What...what exactly is going on?"
The soldiers on the walls of Wuya City knew that the Grand Preceptor had won, but they were unaware of the inside story.
They were all bewildered to see the sudden infighting between the lower and western states.
Regardless of their inner thoughts, the victory of the aphid was already destined.
As for the four disciples, Shi Wuxie, Ji Fanya, and Fan Qiyue had also joined the battle, mainly to deal with those experts in the Heavenly Profound Realm.
Di Moyu, however, simply held Jun Feijue in his arms and stood in mid-air, without joining the battle.
Amidst the clash of swords and the shadows of violence, the boy and girl appear pure and innocent, like beings from another world, completely out of place in this filthy and bloody place.
The boy's imposing aura, though young, was enough to deter any of the Western Zhou masters from daring to challenge him.
Their intuition told them that this boy was extremely terrifying!
"We are willing to submit!"
As the last cry of surrender faded, the setting sun cast a crimson glow, and corpses littered the ground beneath, their blood staining the spring grass crimson.
"It's over, it's finally over!"
It wasn't until Zhan Wuchen issued another announcement that all the soldiers on the city wall seemed to lose all their strength, their bodies sliding helplessly off the wall and collapsing to the ground.
Although the joy of victory made them want to smile, when they saw the bloodied corpses of their comrades lying on the ground, their bodies still warm, tears fell before they could even raise their lips.
Yes, they finally won, persevered to the end, and protected their country.
However, they also lost many of their comrades, the good soldiers of the Wuya Dynasty, who left their last moments on this cold city wall.
Although it was only a little over a month, the entire Wuya Dynasty seemed to have experienced the darkest catastrophe, with countless lives suddenly and tragically disappearing.
They will never come back!
At that moment, the world seemed to freeze; no one spoke, and all was silent.
"May the witch be victorious! May the imperial advisor be victorious!"
After an unknown amount of time, a graceful voice stood up first. She raised her sword high, looked at the four masters and disciples who had reunited in the sky, and shouted.
"May the witch be victorious! May the imperial advisor be victorious!"
"..."
Upon hearing Zhan Wuchen's voice, the soldiers of the Wuya Dynasty, after a moment of disorientation, also began to shout loudly in response.
Yes, they won. No matter how fierce the process was, they still won in the end!
They successfully defended their homeland, protected their people, and preserved their faith!
They cried and shouted at the same time.
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