Step by step, the Human Emperor had walked a razor-thin path, treading on thin ice. Should even a single race's emperor have embraced the resolve to die, the Human Race would have been defeated this time.
As for those final two saber strikes, they were sheer unexpected fortune. Not even the Human Emperor himself had anticipated that the two races' emperors would completely lose their courage, not even daring to turn and fight back, and instead be directly severely injured and sent fleeing by the Ancestral Weapon.
Watching the Myriad races retreat, the Human Emperor understood in his heart that the Human Race had won this battle.
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