The bloodied long saber was planted in the ground before him, and blood quickly soaked into the earth, staining a broad patch.
Zhao An took a Blood-Qi Pill made by Meng Wanyi. The pill could rapidly replenish the blood and qi he had expended in a short time, making up for the energy his body had used.
They were available on the market too, but most were only mid- or low-grade, nowhere near as good as Meng Wanyi's high-grade Blood-Qi Pills.
He kept taking deep breaths, adjusting the circulation of his Internal Breath.
He had heard that some of the great sects possessed internal arts that could speed up the recovery of one's qi and Internal Breath while being practiced.
An internal art like that would be incredibly useful right now. It was a shame Zhao An didn't have one.
Over half an hour later, the horns outside the city sounded again.
He had thought they were signaling another enemy charge, but before long, cheers rang out from atop the city wall.
"They're retreating!"
"The enemy is retreating!"
"We won! The county seat is safe!"
Only then did Tao Heng finally breathe a sigh of relief. His tense expression at last relaxed.
He could no longer hold back. Taking the steps two at a time, he rushed toward the battlements.
Outside the city, corpses littered the ground. Beneath the walls, heaps of bodies rose one after another.
Most belonged to the Moon Tribe's Iron-Skin Men, though a few were the corpses of the soldiers defending the city.
The pungent stench of blood hung in the air, tinged with a bitter chill. Frost had formed across many spots atop the walls.
Many of the defenders' corpses had even been frozen into human icicles.
Looking out, he saw that the Moon People's