The water that flooded many mountains had finally gone down. The land was now filled with huge trees that had collapsed due to the raging water.
The hot sun was shining right overhead. A jarring bugle call was sounded from the Qin army camp. Less than two hundred thousand Qin soldiers, who survived the previous battle, were seen stepping on their wing-shaped magical items, carrying bone ashes urns on their back, and lining up in a neat formation while flying towards the northwest. Clustered by a great troop of Qin soldiers, a dragon coach pulled by nine black dragon horses was flying in the center of the army. The huge Cauldron of Yu was hovering above the dragon coach, emitting a faint dark-green glow, deterring any aquatic demons who might return.
Even when they were retreating, the army of Great Qin would never provide any opportunities to their enemies to hinder them.
