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In the postwar reckoning, in just two quarters of an hour, the numbers were stained with blood:
Elder Chen Hanxin was gravely wounded, her breath as thin as a thread. The wound across her waist and abdomen had almost been torn open, and even with layer after layer of Cold Jade Marrow powder covering it, blood still seeped darkly from the edges of the medicated cloth.
Garrison Elder Mo Qiyuan dragged his injured body along, medicated cloth wrapped around half his arm, pressed tight against the bruising beneath his flesh. His breathing was clearly uneven as he walked.
The three Soul Sage remains in the square lay in silent display, along with the bodies of nearly twenty Soul Emperors, Soul Kings, and more than fifty guards, making even the sounds of the battlefield cleanup sink into hoarseness.
That they had managed to hold this ancestral land's vital gate had been almost a stroke of luck.
Fortunately, Chen Hanxin had not returned to Chang'an. Without her, no one could have stopped this crisis.
Only with her there could they hold back the two mid-level Soul Douluo, Miao Chenfeng and Yan Banqing, and in the end force one to die and the other to flee.
Otherwise, if two Soul Douluo had led their troops straight into the core of the ancestral land, today would have ended in ruin.
Xia Ruxin's early return and her decision to remain stationed at the mountain fortress had also been a precaution against disaster.
Over the past few years, she had often stayed at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well to cultivate, so Chen Hanxin had guarded in her stead and had not returned to Gui Village for a long time.
After Xia Ruxin returned this