Lin Taichu stood in the medicine shed for a while, watching Elder Tang Du Zi and the Medicine Hall disciples administer antidotes and tend to the wounded in an orderly manner. His heart settled somewhat, and only now did the nerves that had been taut for so long finally relax.
Over the past few days, he had seen with his own eyes how those infected by the Dark Race's drugs gradually regained their senses after receiving the antidote.
At first, those who had just recovered were still weak, their eyes dazed as they had no idea what had happened to them. Once they heard the accounts of those around them, most showed lingering fear.
Lin Taichu did not disturb them. He merely watched from afar. They had truly won this contest against the Dark Race.
The injured Soldiers and Disciples gradually recovered, while the work of clearing the battlefield also neared its end.
The Soldiers of Rice Country who had died in battle were buried together in an open area near Black Wind Valley. General Li and General Zhang personally led the burial ceremony. There were no excessive rites, only the Soldiers' orderly salutes and their subdued mourning.
The Disciples of the Tang Sect and the other sects who had died in battle also had their bodies collected by their fellow disciples, ready to be taken back to their respective sects for burial.
The puppet corpses were all piled together and burned. The flames raged for an entire day and night, until nothing remained but ashes, preventing any residual drugs on the bodies from spreading and causing further trouble.
The drug warehouse and experimental base were completely destroyed. The remaining drugs and medicinal herbs were also burned clean, leaving behind no hidden dangers.
Elder Tang Du Zi continued refining antidotes.