The bloodstained air over Blackwind Ridge gradually dispersed in the mountain wind.
The altar had shattered into rubble scattered across the ground.
The several thousand surviving cultivators were rescued one by one by the alliance disciples and sent to the rear for resettlement.
Su Ming stood amid the ruins.
His left arm hanging at his side had completely lost all feeling.
Gray traces of voidification had crawled across half his face.
Had he not suppressed them with all his strength,
his entire body would likely have voidified and dissipated on the spot.
"Alliance Leader!"
Iron Mountain Immortal Emperor strode over.
The moment he saw the gray marks on Su Ming's face, his expression changed drastically.
Su Ming gave a slight shake of his head.
His voice was somewhat hoarse.
"I'm fine."
"Clean up the battlefield, then return to camp immediately."
He did not want too many people to see his condition.
He did not want to shake the army's morale.
Luo Yiyi and Ye Chuxue stepped forward half a pace, one on each side.
Without drawing attention, they supported Su Ming by the arms.
Each woman sent a thread of Origin Power from her palm.
Quietly helping him stabilize the agitated Void Power within him.
Half an hour later,
the army had finished assembling and set off back to their encampment.
All along the way, Su Ming kept his lips sealed, not saying a word.
The aura around him grew weaker and weaker.
The voidification was still slowly spreading.
Luo Yiyi saw it and fretted inwardly.
Lowering her voice, she said to Ye Chuxue beside her,
"This won't do."
"If he keeps holding on until we reach the encampment, he may lose control."
Ye Chuxue nodded slightly.
Her cold eyes were filled with gravity.
"Once we return to camp, we'll