The battle had ended. Everyone stared at Victor's figure in a daze.
To ordinary soldiers, Victor was their benefactor.
Without Victor, not only would they die, but their families would also be reduced to bones under the beast tide.
Victor... His name was Victor?
The blue-haired young man's heart skipped a beat, and a name appeared in his mind.
Then, he was completely petrified. He sat there like a statue, allowing Victor to walk past him...
The cheers continued. Victor looked at the soldiers who were covered in blood but were cheering loudly from afar, and his emotions became complicated.
Although the cultivators played the most important role in this battle, if the soldiers hadn't used their bodies to build a wall of flesh and blood to block the beast tide, Victor and the others wouldn't have been able to kill them. The fierce beasts would still rush into Qingshan Town and slaughter the people.