698 The Most Admired Person (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

”We're alive... we're still alive!”

”They are gone, the undead, not a single one left!”

”We've won, we've won!”

The city was suddenly immersed in cheers. The dawnlight was fairly bright, but the gray clouds and rain remained, yet none of it mattered now. As long as the undead army was gone, the city would be safe, as they had all survived the calamity!

The Magicians on the wall fell to the ground feebly. The calamity had drained all their energy. They had all prepared to sacrifice their lives in the battle, yet they never thought they would actually survive until the end and witness the undead tide falling away!

It was unbelievable, even they found it hard to believe what they had seen.

It felt like the tide brought by a great storm was about to devour them, and it was obvious that the rain would continue to fall still, but the black tide suddenly fell away. The water level quickly dropped to their feet and withdrew from the little island they were on...

Many people were lying on the ground looking up into the sky. The raindrops fell on their face felt rather hot, as they could not extinguish the excitement and joy in their hearts!

The people were hugging one another. Cries of relief after surviving the calamity echoed in the city, regardless if they knew one another...

The Magicians outside the city were returning. Some stood still on the spacious ground covered in debris. It took them a while to collect their thoughts.

Mo Fan was still standing on the slanting signal tower. His eyes were staring into the north.

The runes covering his body had disappeared. The silver hair returned to his usual black. The wild lightning and fire were withdrawn deep into his soul. The fight had ended, thus it was time for the demon deep in his soul to go back to sleep. Otherwise, the young man would turn into an old man fairly quickly.

”Where...where are we?” Zhang Xiaohou was the first to wake up, shaking his dizzy head heavily.

He immediately saw Mo Fan sitting on the edge of the signal tower. His face was covered with joy, and he went up and hugged him, at a loss of words.

Mo Fan had yet to recover from the cold-bloodiness of the Demon Element, but when he saw Zhang Xiaohou bursting into tears like his younger brother, he could not help but pat him on the head.

After some time, Zhang Xiaohou finally calmed down. Seeing Mo Fan kept staring into the north, he asked, ”Did you see him?”

”He was always looking after us, right?” asked Mo Fan.

There were still many things that they could not explain in the calamity, as it felt like someone was opposing the Black Vatican behind the scenes too.

However, Mo Fan did not have the chance to see him, until the very last moment...

”Mm, he has always been looking after us,” Zhang Xiaohou turned around glancing at the city that was immersed in cheers, and the people that were surrounding Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao, and the mysterious man as they returned to the city.

The truth was, Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Du Xiao and the mysterious man had never seen Zhan Kong before, so they did not recognize him.

”Is he considered dead?” asked Mo Fan.

The moment when Zhan Kong turned around, Mo Fan suddenly felt the air around him to turn sour. Even his throat was stuck, he could not find the words even when there were many things he wanted to say.

Mo Fan could easily guess what had happened at the altar without Zhang Xiaohou's explanation. However, was he really gone like that? Was the man who he respected the most still alive? Was that the Ancient King, or Zhan Kong?

For some reason, Mo Fan's thoughts were filled with the past. He remembered the extremely difficult mission that the Chief Military Instructor gave them during the training. He remembered how he was shamelessly trying to become Mo Fan's sworn brother at the Mu Family's villa. The scene he would never forget, when he led his subordinates to fight the Darkwing Wolf!