"General Constantine!"
"Mr. Constantine, you've finally taken care of that guy!"
Many soldiers of the Atlantean Empire shouted with joy.
The people of the Divine Mountain Empire looked grim. Although they had expected this outcome, the final confirmation extinguished their last glimmer of hope.
However...
Just a few seconds later, as the last bit of flame and smoke dissipated, the people of the Atlantean Empire seemed like their mouths had been sewn shut, and they couldn't utter a word.
The NPCs and players from the Divine Mountain Empire widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they had seen something impossible.
After the flames cleared, at first glance, General Constantine was half-crouched, poised to throw a punch, as if about to launch an attack.
But how could he maintain such a stance for dozens of seconds without moving?