He had won. But the price of victory weighed heavily on him.
As the spell he had cast took full effect, the dazed soldiers around him began to stir, their memories of the battle already beginning to fade.
They would not remember his true identity.
They would only remember the man with black eyes and brow hair, a friend of Gu Jin.
Long Yifan smiled and teleported back to the capital.
What Long Yifan didn't know was, that one of the people who had arrived late, had seen and heard everything.
Lamashtu's eyes were red with anger and he was about to attack Long Yifan, but to his dismay, Long Yifan had already teleported somewhere else.
"Ahhh!" Lamashtu shouted. His anger was palpable to everyone present who was rejoicing.
"How! How did that save you all? You ants should have died...so why? Why are you all alive? No! No! You all should have died!"