The sounds of slaughter continued across the nameless plain for an entire day and night.
Cultivators fell upon the earth, their blood slowly trickling onto the tips of the grass before sliding down to stain the soil red.
When the sounds of slaughter ceased.
Most of those still standing on the main battlefield wore snow-white scale armor.
The last banner of the Wei Kingdom was cut down and fell to the ground.
The Wei Kingdom Army had suffered a crushing defeat.
"Surrender and live! Resist and die!"
Several officers of the Northern Wilderness Army used Spiritual Energy to carry their voices across the plain.
One after another, Wei soldiers laid down their weapons, clasped their hands behind their necks, and knelt on the ground.
Some Wei soldiers still fought desperately to the death.
But they were merely arrows at the end of their flight, and their voices soon fell silent.
At the center of the battlefield, an armored old man seemed to have exhausted every last ounce of his strength.
He sighed softly, planted his bloodied saber in the ground, then slowly removed his helmet and sat cross-legged.
The soldiers of the Northern Wilderness Army merely watched the old man without approaching.
Though only in the Dragon Gate Realm and nearing the end of his life, he still resembled a tiger, ready to bite a man to pieces at any moment.
As the Northern Wilderness soldiers surrounding him slowly parted, a man in dragon-scale armor stepped forward.
He removed his helmet, handed his spear to the deputy general beside him, and walked toward the old man.
Finally, Xiao Mo reached him and sat down cross-legged.
The sun sank in the west. The crimson clouds on the horizon matched the bloodstained soil of the plain, and sunlight fell upon everyone, tracing