The Wang Family followed Ye Futian's group away. Under the sunset, their shadows dragged. Countless gazes from around the Yunyue Battle Platform were still gazing in that direction in shock.
The leader of the Merchant Union stood up straight, also watching the silhouettes of the Wang Family as they left. The battle was over and the final divisions had been announced. The Yunyue Merchant Union would barely get anything next year.
If one looked closely, one would see that his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were trembling. He turned to gaze coldly at Shang Hai who was pulling himself up.
Right now, Shang Hai seemed to have wilted. His face was colorless while blood still flowed from his lips. His organs seemed to have been shattered by that hit. He was badly hurt. However, no one came to help him away. Seeing their leader's expression, no one dared.