The aftermath of the collision finally dissipated.
Raindrops fell from the sky, forming a torrential downpour.
Zhao Yang, the high-ranking members of the Liusheng Clan, and the nearby villagers looked up at the sky with tension and anticipation in their eyes.
What was the outcome of the battle?
Who won?
The air waves disappeared, the dust settled, and the sky became clear again.
The imposing Susa Armour body had vanished, replaced by a pool of water that couldn't maintain its shape, with Liuseng Zongwei wrapped at the center of it.
However, at this moment, Liuseng Zongwei appeared somewhat disheveled, spitting blood, and unable to maintain a standing posture, clearly having sustained serious injuries.
By contrast, Ying Yue still stood proudly atop the Tree People, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened to him.
"The... the ancestors lost?"
Seeing this scene, Liusheng Madan trembled uncontrollably, uttering in disbelief.