The black clouds covering the firmament had yet to disperse.
On the dreary land, blood formed into rivers, and corpses accumulated into small hills, with the pungent and nauseating stench of blood permeating the space between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Zhenxiao City, both inside and out, had apparently transformed into a ruin of scorched earth, filled with the quiet deathliness of post-battle desolation.
When Immortal Lord Chonghe and Immortal Lord Dongyang arrived, what came into their view was this tragic scene.
"It's over?"
Immortal Lord Dongyang gravely spoke.
His powerful perception instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, observing not just the tragic sight, but also the corpses of the Demon race that lay everywhere.
There too was the Demon Race Heavenly Palace, cleaved in half and fallen upon the ground.
Immortal Lord Chonghe did not respond, but instead stepped forward and instantly vanished, reappearing within a giant pit on the ground.
