After a brief moment of hesitation, Ruoxi retreated rapidly.
She no longer dared to recklessly channel the power within her body. Faced with several Mo Kings charging at her in a frenzy, she could only dodge and buy time for now.
Seeing her withdrawal, the Mo Kings pursued even more aggressively.
Ripples suddenly spread across the void, and in the next instant, an Ice Phoenix wreathed in bone-piercing cold burst forth from the disturbance, unleashing a blast of freezing breath at the Mo Kings giving chase.
The Mo Kings were alarmed and scattered to avoid it.
When they raised their eyes to look again, their hearts went cold.
Because behind the Ice Phoenix, several more figures had stepped out of the ripples — and they were none other than the human race's Ninth-Order powerhouses!
On the main battlefield, the allied forces of the human race and the Little Stone Clan had already seized complete control of the war's momentum, advancing steadily as their advantage grew ever greater.
With the situation so one-sided, the outcome of the war was beyond any doubt — victory for the allied forces was merely a matter of time.
So when Mi Jinglun detected the situation on Zhang Ruoxi's front, he immediately dispatched reinforcements. To ensure Ruoxi's safety, he had even gone so far as to redeploy Su Yan, who had only recently ascended to the Ninth-Order Holy Spirit realm.
Having driven back the pursuing Mo Kings, the Ice Phoenix's body shimmered with light and shrank rapidly, revealing Su Yan's true form. She stepped forward in a flash, arriving at Ruoxi's side, then carried the girl with a few spatial leaps, putting considerable distance between them and the battlefield.
From here on, her task would be to remain at Ruoxi's side until the war was over.
After Su Yan spirited Ruoxi away, the several human Ninth-Order powerhouses each sought out their opponents, pairing off against the handful of surviving Mo Kings in one-on-one combat.
Time passed. One after another, powerful auras were extinguished. The Mo Clan's elites suffered devastating casualties, and the Mo Clan's army formations were destroyed in succession.
The Little Stone Clan's army had paid no small price either, but even in death, they could still serve a tremendous purpose.
Blazing bursts of light erupted across the battlefield from time to time — Purifying Light. Wherever that radiance fell, the Mo power dissolved, and wails of agony echoed through the Mo Clan ranks.
The constant fall of their strongest fighters only accelerated the annihilation of the Mo Clan's great army.
Until at last, the final pocket of Mo Clan resistance was slaughtered to the last. The surviving humans looked around in every direction — no enemies remained in sight…
This battle had stretched on for months, a war with scarcely a moment's respite, and it had finally ended in victory for the alliance of the human race and the Little Stone Clan.
For this, the Little Stone Clan had paid a grievous price. The Little Stone Clan warriors who still lived numbered less than thirty percent of their former strength.
As for the human race, the combined human army now amounted to barely a million. Even among the Ninth-Order powerhouses, nearly half were gone. The ones who had fallen were mostly newly ascended to the Ninth Order — they had succeeded in breaking through, but had never had time to consolidate their cultivation. Compared to the veteran Ninth-Order fighters, their foundation was undeniably thinner.
Among the survivors, a great many were crippled or gravely wounded.
The price had been enormous, but in the end, it was worth it.
Thunderous cheers erupted. The living roared and bellowed, releasing the joy that surged through their hearts.
Unlike the ordinary soldiers, however, the human race's leaders knew that the war was not yet over.
Though the Mo Clan forces that had emerged from the Primordial Heaven Grand Seal had been slaughtered to the last, as long as Mo himself remained alive, the Mo Clan could always rise again — after all, the entire Mo Clan had been born from Mo's own power.
Throughout months of brutal fighting, Mo had never shown himself, and neither had Yang Kai. It was foreseeable that these two were locked in combat deep within the void.
The outcome of their battle would determine the ultimate fate of this world.
No one knew how things stood in the depths of the void. Ruoxi had clashed with Mo briefly at one point, but so much time had passed that she could no longer gauge the situation there.
So after the war's victory, the allied forces only rested briefly before marching into the depths of the void, hoping to lend Yang Kai a hand.
The sole piece of good news was that Yang Kai was certainly still alive — the sounds of battle continued to reverberate from deep within the void, which meant Yang Kai currently possessed the strength to fight Mo!
As they passed through the area where the Primordial Heaven Grand Seal had originally stood, the sight before them left the human army stunned.
Stretching across the void stood countless Mo Nests, with precious King-level Mo Nests scattered about as far as the eye could see.
Yet though the Mo Nests were everywhere, there was not a single sign of Mo Clan activity. In the previous battle, the Mo Clan had committed every last soldier they could muster to the battlefield — and had been annihilated to a man.
These Mo Nests were nothing but empty shells now.
What truly stunned the human army was not the countless Mo Nests, but the colossal figures that lay sprawled across the void.
They were none other than several Mo-colored Giant Spirits!
In the preceding battle, had the Mo Clan possessed the ability to deploy these Mo-colored Giant Spirits to the battlefield, the outcome would have been far from certain — the war might very well have ended in the allied forces' defeat.
The pity was that the Mo-colored Giant Spirits were, strictly speaking, avatars of Mo himself. Mo needed to infuse each of those enormous bodies with a wisp of his own divine soul to set them in motion.
Without Mo's divine soul to inhabit them, these Mo-colored Giant Spirits were mere empty husks — even if the Mo Clan had wanted to deploy them, they would have been powerless to do so.
Crossing the void where the Primordial Heaven Grand Seal had once enveloped, the allied forces pressed onward.