The Dragon Horse stomped down with one hoof.
The Green Lion Sacred Beast's skull shattered on the spot. Bone fragments and brain matter splattered everywhere, mixed with scalding sacred blood that flew several yards away.
It raised its head, mane flying as its crimson-gold pupils swept across the surroundings.
The battlefield fell silent.
Wreckage littered the ground. Severed arms and mangled limbs lay piled together, while blood gathered into streams that wound downhill with the terrain.
The Ten Thousand Races Allied Army's banners had fallen into the mud, soaked through with blood and unable to flutter again.
Sporadic fighting still continued in a few places, but the Holy Spirits hunting their prey quickly swallowed it up.
Three or five Holy Spirits surrounded a half-dead cultivator of the Ten Thousand Races. Stone fists descended, Divine Energy collided, and it was over cleanly.
It was over.
The Holy Spirits began clearing the battlefield.
Corpses were gathered in one place, friend and foe alike.
The magical artifacts and divine materials worn by the Ten Thousand Races cultivators in life were all stripped away and piled into small mountains.
Even their fallen Holy Spirit brethren were not spared. Their bodies were arranged neatly, and their blood was collected in specially made jade bottles.
These were all materials for the blood sacrifice.
The Dragon Horse snorted, scraping its hooves twice against the ground as a flash of impatience crossed its eyes.
When everything had fallen silent, the surviving Holy Spirits gathered into an army.
Shi Ren Kun Gang, who had returned from the starry sky, walked at the very front. Most of his stone skin had cracked apart, revealing flesh beneath. With every step, fragments of rock pattered down.
Huo Ling Li Xuan beside him was no better off. The flames around him had dimmed