None Shall Violate Huaxia and Leave a Whole Corpse Behind

"Rumble..."

The terrifying chasm, tens of thousands of feet deep, began to slowly close like an obedient beast! The rock walls and earth on both sides pressed together and fused at a speed that defied all reason! In merely a few breaths, the dreadful fissure that had swallowed more than two hundred thousand soldiers vanished completely. The ground returned to its flat state, as though the hellish scene moments ago had never happened.

Only... from the newly sealed ground, slightly fresher in color, vast amounts of dark-red, viscous liquid silently seeped up from the depths below at a visible speed. It rapidly soaked the land for miles around, giving off a thick, nauseating stench of blood that could not be dispersed!

That was the blood of over two hundred thousand Indian soldiers! Their flesh, bones, and souls had all been crushed into the most primal nourishment and bloody mud by the terrifying pressure of the closing earth, forever buried beneath Wind Snow City!

Wind Snow City had escaped disaster. On the main battlefield outside the city, deprived of support from this surprise force and no longer distracted by the rout behind them, India's main Buddhist Soldiers force would inevitably fall into an even worse position.

Daoist Huaxia slowly descended from the sky, still standing at the edge of the land he had "closed," where blood continued to seep from the earth.

He lowered his head and glanced at the dark-red, damp ground beneath his feet. His scorched, shriveled face bore no expression. Only in the depths of his weathered eyes flashed a trace of utter, icy indifference.

He spoke again. His voice was not loud, yet it carried the heavy echo of the earth itself and reached every survivor's ears with perfect clarity.

"Those who violate Huaxia..."

"Deserve to lie