He glanced over at his surviving cultivators and saw that fewer than a hundred remained.
They had won, but it was a Pyrrhic victory.
'I wonder what the situation is on the northern front in the Molten Fire Land,' Fang Yueyun mused. Rumor had it that the place had become a meat grinder. Dozens of the Alliance's True Cultivators had already fallen, and even Golden Core Masters—a realm he might never reach in his entire life—were now among the casualties.
It had gotten to the point where the Alliance had no choice but to request aid from the Nascent Soul Sects.
Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he turned his gaze toward Cyan Square City.
The Blood-sucking Ghost was gone, but based on the Qian Nan Alliance's past experience dealing with Celestial Demons, it was almost certain that demonic abominations would now fester within the city. Those mortals who survived the massacre thought themselves lucky, but they had no idea what kind of monsters they would be corrupted into.
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