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"Ceasefire!"

"Ceasefire!"

"..."

True Lord Miaohe's voice transmission spread far and wide, transforming into invisible soundwaves that bloomed throughout Great Central City.

Combined with the oppressive force of the Ten-Direction Ghost King Slaughter Array, it immediately forced apart the people still caught up in the slaughter.

Yet a battle of this scale could not be stopped so easily. Even with Miaohe's guarantee and Tu Shan Jun holding the line, it still took half an hour before the dust finally settled.

At this moment,

as the immense fog slowly receded, the specks of sunlight it had shut out finally spilled down.

The warm sunlight dispersed the chill in their hearts and illuminated the mottled bloodstains on their faces. The blood had already gone cold. No one knew whether it belonged to an enemy, to themselves, or to fellow disciples, friends, and family.

Confusion still lingered on many cultivators' faces. They had merely followed orders.

Only when the sounds of slaughter and exploding spells gradually faded into silence did they finally come back to their senses. Only then did they hear the whimpers, grief, howls, and muffled sobs around them.

"Is this war?"

This was Wu Rong's first time witnessing war's cruelty.

As far as the eye could see, there were severed limbs and broken arms. Bloody corpses had piled into hills, while blood gathered into streams and ran through the cracks between Great Central City's shattered bricks, flowing over his iron boots. It left only a faintly fishy-sweet stench filling his nose and mouth.

There were fallen boulders from the high walls, ruined market districts and residences, damaged massive magical artifacts, and flesh, blood, fur, and hide smeared across those massive artifacts as though they had been rolled flat beneath a felt roller.

Mountains had been toppled, trees leaned askew, and