Desolate bugle horns and killings were intertwined together as humans were falling like wheats that were being cut off.
Mo Wuji noticed that the immortals were starting to retreat but the opponents didn't seem to be chasing after them as they rushed to collect spoils of the war instead.
The remaining spoils of the war were collected very quickly and all that was left were basically skeletons. The entire battlefield was emptied out and there wasn't even a single bird flying across.
Mo Wuji retracted his spiritual eye and was getting hesitant. He didn't know if he should approach the immortals camp or leave this battlefield which gave him so much uncertainty.
After careful considerations for half a day, Mo Wuji finally made his mind up to approach the immortals. After all, he was also a human and immortal himself. The very least he could do would be to find out where this place was.
