After battling fiercely for three days and three nights, the Outer Heaven beings retreated with their considerable spoils of war, proudly leaving behind a battlefield riddled with devastation.
Everywhere in the pit, rivers of blood flowed, cascading down rocky slopes, spraying corpses, dismembered limbs, and countless chunks of flesh and bone.
On the cliff faces at the very edges, all manner of skin, flesh, and bloodstains were also present, with piles of bones forming small hills, stuck to one another. Ordinary people approaching would likely be overwhelmed by the stench of blood and faint.
The surviving warriors of East Victory were numb and rigid in their expressions, even carrying a touch of confusion.
The enemy has retreated, am I not dead?
In just a few days, from extreme joy to deep sorrow, from heaven to hell, the huge contrast before and after left many survivors unable to cope, their thoughts fragmented.
