The setting sun sank in the west.
Night fell.
Having already moved far away from the Blood God Clan's encampment and reached the pass and defensive line the Blood God Clan had established in the Southern Border, the Luo God Clan army had even defeated the Blood God Clan's Southern Legion. They had now entered the stage of tallying the results. The sounds of moving weapons and hauling corpses blended seamlessly into the conversations of passing soldiers.
Torches were hung high upon the city walls.
They illuminated the battle-scarred walls.
As well as the bloodstains that could not be washed from the battlements and the cracks in the walls.
Strictly speaking, the bloodstains could be washed away. However, night was drawing in, and they had just gone through an all-out siege battle. The corpses had not even been dealt with properly, nor had the casualty figures been collected. They truly had neither the time nor the energy to clean away the blood.
What was the normal procedure?
First, clean up the battlefield.
If it was an enemy corpse, they would strip off its armor and weapons and place them in baskets or wheelbarrows. Then they would put the bodies, dressed only in underclothes, onto another flatbed cart meant for transporting corpses and push them into pits dug by the logistics soldiers—or rather, by the engineers—for mass burial. After all, the Luo God Clan was a respectable clan. They were not insane enough to desecrate even corpses. However, in the Myriad Heavens, quite a few Demonic Path clans liked to recover their opponents' bodies after a battle and refine them into puppets or zombies. That depended on their principles and beliefs.
Those with nobler principles and beliefs—
Could at least leave the dead an intact corpse.
Of course, if an intact