The clanging sound produced by swords and spears colliding.
The countless chaotic sounds caused by spiritual arts striking flesh, trees, grass, rocks, rivers, and air—sounds including, but not limited to, cracking bones, dull impacts, breaking ice, and shrieking winds.
And the rising and falling shouts.
On closer distinction, battle cries were the most numerous, followed by screams instinctively unleashed in pain. Next came the relatively few wails, and finally, the groans so faint they were nearly imperceptible.
Upon the vast Heaven Thunder Cliff.
Within the vast Heaven Thunder Mountain Range.
After continuing for half a day.
There were finally signs of it gradually subsiding.
"Reporting to the Commander, the preliminary battle report has been compiled."
Inside the fortress atop Heaven Thunder Cliff.
Within the Luo God Clan defenders' encampment.
Inside the hall where Luo Cang, an Eighth Grade Supreme, handled his daily work and various affairs.
A middle-aged man in light armor clasped his fists in salute.
And reported to Luo Cang and the others in the hall.
As the commander-in-chief, after defeating the Blood God Clan's main force, as well as the Puppet Army formed by numerous smaller families that lived at the Blood God Clan's mercy, were willing to become the Blood God Clan's vassals, and had Supreme-level experts stationed among them, Luo Cang rationally delegated the remaining tasks to the Third Commander, Fourth Commander, Fifth Commander, and Sixth Commander. He himself temporarily returned within the range of the grand array with the Luo God Clan soldiers who had suffered casualties in the recent counterattack, allowing them to recuperate.
After all, this was war.
How could anyone fight a war without deaths?
Even if Lu Yuan had dealt with all those Supremes.
Even if they had formed a battle formation that minimized casualties to the greatest extent possible.