The smoke had cleared from the battlefield.
The Di Yuan Race had decisively abandoned all its facilities and retreated, so the player army's pursuit did not last long.
The Di Yuan Race's scattered escape also caused the war's rewards to plummet.
In the end, the players could only stop the pursuit in exasperation.
Although this war had cost the Di Yuan Race dearly,
from the players' perspective, as long as the enemy had not been completely wiped out, it could be considered a critically wounded target escaping. They had suffered a huge loss.
Though unwilling, the player army still chose to leave.
They planned to find their "old friends" and have another satisfying brawl at the village entrance.
As the enormous spatial rift spanning the sky above slowly healed, the last remnants of Qi and Blood radiance vanished without a trace, and the player army departed through the Cross-border Teleportation Array.
They took the noise with them, along with the overwhelming pressure that had left the Rongling Race gasping for breath.
It was as though the devastating battle just moments ago had been nothing more than a fleeting dream.
Now, on the charred and shattered earth, only the surviving members of the Rongling Race remained.
The damaged fleet was like a wounded beast. One after another, the ships fell from the sky and sprawled across the ground.
The searchlights of the engineering ships were the main source of light in the profound darkness. Their beams swept across the enormous wounds in the hulls, revealing the tiny figures of the busy repair crews, while welding sparks flickered on the damaged armor.
The atmosphere in the temporary medical area was heavy. The few remaining medical personnel hurried between the stretchers, doing everything they could to save the warriors who had collapsed under