When broken figures crawled up from the corpses amid the scorched earth and ruins.
In the dead silence, it was as though an invisible tide had suddenly receded beneath the blazing sun, revealing the reefs left behind.
That tide was called death, and all that remained were souls unwilling to depart.
Pale faces lifted.
Eyes surging with radiant flame looked toward hell.
In the span of a finger snap, across the entire battlefield, regardless of distance, countless dying people were reforged beneath the blazing sun and returned from death's edge.
They forgot fear and hesitation. They would waver no more.
Once again, they launched themselves at the enemy before them—
And struck even harder than before!
Beneath the illumination of that solemn light, death and destruction themselves seemed to flee in terror, becoming impossibly distant.
When Dongjun's light descended from the heavens and filled every corner of the battlefield on an unprecedented scale, everything had become entirely different.
Huai Shi closed his eyes, spread his arms, and cast the blazing sunlight down upon the abyss!
From Dongjun's melody, countless responses rose from the earth like notes.
They carried names from the other side.
First the dying, then the severely wounded, and finally, the lightly wounded...
The instant Dongjun's radiance spread out, the central command's count of fallen personnel ground to a halt. Only single digits continued to creep upward, inching along with immense difficulty.
Vast reserves of vitality and Source Matter were bestowed upon all things through the light.
They merged into every Sublimated soul, purging all toxins and healing every wound. Unless one was annihilated in an instant, so long as one breath remained, death would never be allowed to seize the soul in its grasp.
The boundless miracle was broken down into innumerable tiny miracles and delivered into