Outside Ebony Fortress, the lingering aftermath of battle still hung in the air.
The stench of blood, gunpowder smoke, and scorched flesh mingled together, making their noses go numb.
Demon corpses were dragged back into the fortress one by one and piled up in a specially cleared area.
The Demon corpses that had not been killed by holy light remained relatively intact, their savage faces and strange fangs especially horrifying.
Wearing thick gloves, the warriors dissected the corpses in batches, stripping away the Black Magic Mark Skin and removing the Black Magic Crystals that still radiated a cold, sinister aura.
"We've harvested quite a lot of Black Magic Crystals and Black Magic Mark Skin." A warrior, his hands covered in blood, held a Black Magic Crystal high before carefully placing it into an iron box.
Quintina watched the scene with undisguised excitement, her voice trembling slightly. "This time, we killed more than thirteen hundred Tier 2 Foul Spirits! What a brilliant victory!"
Ang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the spoils scattered across the ground. A faint smile appeared on his face. "Haha, not bad. Worth praising."
However, Quintina's expression dimmed slightly in an instant. She sighed and added, "Unfortunately, the Demons killed by the elves only yielded one Black Magic Crystal each. The rest turned to ashes in the holy light."
"This is already very good." Ang's tone was calm, yet it carried reassurance and approval.
He raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop what they were doing. "Let everyone get some proper rest. The days ahead probably won't be peaceful. I estimate it won't be long before the Demons return."
"Let them come!" Dana stood nearby, his face full of excitement.
He had just operated a Magic Ballista atop the wall and injured