The clash between humans and Demonic Beasts finally drew to an end, at least for today.
With the retreat of the remaining Demonic beasts, the battlefield grew eerily quiet—aside from the distant echoes of Bai Zihan butchering fleeing monsters.
For the first time in a full day of slaughter, the human cultivators were able to breathe.
Some collapsed to their knees.
Some sat on broken stones, gasping for air.
Some simply stared blankly at the carnage, unable to believe they were still alive.
"We survived!"
"We actually pushed them back."
Bodies of fallen comrades and Demonic Beasts were scattered everywhere, yet the living felt a surge of pride.
They had won.
Not without losses, but victory was unmistakable.
Excitement ran through the ranks.
Relief and tears of joy.
The exhilaration of having survived a battle that should have killed them all.
Yet one person did not share the sentiment.
