Su Fan's gaze sharpened, and his several-hundred-zhang Demonic Body rapidly transformed into his Human Race form. He sent a thought to Sister Zhen.
With a whoosh, Sister Zhen shot out from the Portable Secret Realm at Su Fan's waist.
"Hurry and clean up the battlefield. I don't have much time left..."
After hearing Su Fan's words, Sister Zhen hurriedly waved her hand and summoned countless Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals, who began scouring every inch of the ground.
By then, the valley had long since ceased to exist. The recent bitter battle had also reduced the vast forests stretching for thousands of li in every direction to dust.
The sword strike Su Fan had unleashed with all his strength had left a sword scar running from east to west across the ground.
Viewed from the sky, that enormous fissure, more than a thousand li long and so deep its bottom could not be seen, resembled a vast canyon.
The several-hundred-li-long Spatial Rift in the sky was especially horrifying to behold.
Fortunately, the corpses of the more than a thousand Celestial Race members had not been reduced to dust. They lay scattered everywhere, broken into pieces.
Once handed over to Yaksha in the Gathering Yin Secret Realm, they could soon be pieced together and refined into zombies.
Su Fan had activated the Blood Burst and Dissolution Secret Method, but could only hold on for a few dozen breaths. Once the secret method's duration ended, its backlash would be extremely severe.
Especially this time—he had activated the secret method while his body was nearly drained dry. The backlash from the cultivation method would certainly leave him in an even worse state.
Sister Zhen naturally knew her master's condition, so she quickly finished cleaning up the battlefield.
"Master, the battlefield has been cleaned