After a day of bloody battle, it was only at dusk that the entirety of Qianlong Mountain calmed down from the clamor of fighting and killing.
The sunset was as red as blood, casting a scarlet glow over Qianlong Mountain, painting the entire mountain with a bewitching and eerie hue.
Millions of Demon Soldiers had been completely annihilated, and Qianlong Mountain was littered with bodies like a vast sea of corpses. The surviving members of the Resistance Army also bore wounds, covered in blood, looking rather battered and disheveled.
"Is it over?"
Many still brandished their weapons, their strength nearly exhausted, but their willpower compelled them to mechanically swing their weapons, even though their enemies were all dead.
It wasn't until they were completely drained that they collapsed, but they still clutched their weapons tightly in their hands.
