As the saying went, once an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain. This principle of mortal warfare applied equally well to battles between cultivators—perhaps even more so.
After all, in mortal wars, even if one side lost, the victors still needed time to completely wipe them out. They were all human, after all, and their strength was roughly comparable. Even if the commanding general was exceptionally powerful, he still had to kill them one by one.
Cultivators were different. Before truly powerful cultivators, weaker ones were no better than chickens—perhaps even worse.
Before a Dou Sheng, even a Nine Star Dou Zun was merely a slightly stronger chicken, easily killed with a casual wave. Those beneath them could be slaughtered in swathes, no differently from crushing ants.
As the Dou Shengs joined the battlefield, the people of the Nether River Alliance died ever faster and in ever greater numbers. Under such circumstances, an organization like the Nether River Alliance, which lacked much cohesion, inevitably saw some flee and others surrender.
However, surrendering was the most advantageous thing they could do. Under Old Yao's Space Seal, they would not even have the chance to escape.
"I surrender! I surrender...!"
"I surrender too! I surrender!"
More and more people died, while those who remained surrendered in large numbers. Before long, less than an hour later, with the death of the final resister, this war finally came to a temporary close.
It was only temporary because, although the Nether River Alliance's experts had been virtually wiped out, there were still loose ends to deal with. That would take some more time.
"Elders, restore order. Attend to your respective duties. Treat the wounded. As for those who died...!"
As orders were issued in an orderly fashion, the great battle finally entered its