The sky gradually brightened, and the sounds of slaughter and explosions slowly died down.
The entire Paper Figure Peak had been left in shambles. The towering buildings that had once stood among the mountains had been reduced to dilapidated ruins, while some of the timber still burned with raging flames, giving off a pungent stench.
One by one, battered paper figures lay cold on the ground, mixed among the corpses of several Yunmeng Sect cultivators.
The Yunmeng Sect cultivators had retreated, but Paper Figure Peak had also suffered heavy losses.
At that moment, a shrill whistle suddenly rang out in the void. Immediately afterward, over a hundred figures came hurtling through the air.
"We're too late!"
The cultivators from Lingxiao Peak and Luoyun Peak had finally arrived.
However, what met their eyes was Paper Figure Peak, which had been almost reduced to ashes.
In the detached residence, Xi Yun had spent the entire night trembling with fear. Only after the commotion outside gradually subsided did she dare try to look outside and investigate the situation.
At that moment, a figure approached from afar, making Xi Yun tense to the limit.
But when the figure came close, Xi Yun first froze, then ran out without a care, plunging into that person's embrace.
"Senior, it's wonderful that you're safe."
A faint tremor quavered in the woman's voice.
Lin Fan patted her shoulder, then surveyed the surroundings. The ground was piled high with corpses, and blood had dyed the earth a dark red.
That night had nearly wiped out all the slaves in the Paper Making Building, leaving only a sparse few dozen.
Two days later.
Paper Figure Peak gradually regained its calm.
The losses were also tallied one after another.
That night, hundreds of people on Paper Figure Peak had