The battle was declared over almost in an instant.
Boom!
Amid the explosive roar, Fang Li swung the sheathed Commanding Sword with sudden force. A wave of white surged across the snowfield, burying all the corpses strewn across the ground and covering the pools of red blood that stood out so starkly against the white snow, restoring the land to its pristine appearance.
Only after doing that did Fang Li glance toward the convoy.
Over there, Sylvia was speaking with the rescued villagers.
Fang Li could see that while the villagers all looked immensely grateful toward Sylvia, they regarded him with wary, fearful eyes.
The reason was simple.
When had ordinary civilians like these villagers ever witnessed such bloody slaughter?
The sight of Fang Li massacring without expression, sending metal carriages flying with a casual swing of his hand, and raising snowstorms like tsunamis with every movement was simply far too shocking.
Moreover, Academy City and Russia were still at war, and Fang Li's distinctly Eastern appearance—black hair and black eyes—made it impossible to conceal that he was a foreigner.
So, while the villagers were deeply grateful to Sylvia for saving them, all they felt toward Fang Li was fear and vigilance.
"Looks like I was a little impulsive..."
Though he said that, Fang Li merely smiled it off without much concern.
After all, Fang Li had not come here to build a good relationship with ordinary civilians like them.
He had only attacked this convoy because he had spotted Sleipnir, a Spirit Garment clearly belonging to the Magic Side, in motion. That was why he had stopped the convoy, intending to pry some information from those magicians.
Now, that goal had naturally come to nothing.
Still, he could obtain some information from the captured villagers as well, so Fang