Black clouds churned, and wildfires raged.
The White Horse Plain held no white horses anymore, only corpses.
Broken limbs and severed arms lay scattered across the ground. Blood spread everywhere, even melting the thick ice and snow covering the earth.
Scattered warhorses galloped about, whinnying. Some dragged half of their masters' bodies or a single arm as they fled into the distance.
The battle was already nearing its end. Once the Kirin Army's spear formation had been hacked into a broken, ragged mess by those men with colorful feathers stuck in their hair and ghost masks on their faces, wielding long, curved horse-chopping blades, the Ghost Dance Legion's individual combat strength began to prevail. They rode their warhorses and swung their long blades, hacking left and right, leaving the Kirin Army strewn with casualties. There was simply no one who could stand against them.
At the same time, Song Lang's corpse collapsed stiffly to the ground.
That strike had been too fast, and its force too fierce. True qi had congealed around the wound, making it difficult for even the blood to flow out.
Once the true qi sealing the wound dissipated, the blood began to gush forth.
Before long, Song Lang's corpse was dyed red with blood, then soaked in it.
The Song family's direct heir and commander of the Kirin Army had been slain in a single strike by General Bai Yu, who had transformed the Magic Flute into a blade.
Ying Wuyu, the Imperial Advisor of the Peacock Dynasty, walked over with the Bone Scepter in hand and a crown of thorns upon his head. Looking at Song Lang lying in a pool of blood, he said softly, "Although this boy bears no title of prince, he possesses the reality of one. Killing him was ultimately inappropriate."