The other airship's fate was not so benign.
Ice Empress landed on top of the airship and pressed his left hand on the body of the airship.
Then she clenched her fist fiercely, and the ice crystals inside the airship exploded instantly, tearing the entire airship apart from the inside.
Metal fragments, burning parts, and frightened screams all mixed together and fell from the sky.
Ice Empress flew in the air and watched the pile of debris crash into the forest, setting off a burst of dust and flames.
She frowned and waved her hand to send out a burst of cold air to contain the burning wreckage Ice Seal.
The fire was extinguished and the forest returned to silence.
The airship slowly landed at the edge of the clearing, the hatch opened, and Lin Yaoyang stepped out.
He glanced at the big ice cube over there Ice Empress, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
The battle on the ground is also coming to an end.
Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon Spear pierced the chest of the last Holy Spirit Cult disciple. She withdrew the spear, shook off the blood on the tip, and looked around.
Dozens of corpses of Holy Spirit Cult disciples were lying on the ground. Red Sun Army soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.
"Count the number of people in each team and clean the battlefield!"
Wang Qiu'er shouted.
The soldiers began to get busy.
Some people searched for Storage Soul Tool on the corpses, some collected intact soul guidance equipment, some dragged the corpses to one place and piled them up, and some searched for the remains of their comrades.
They won this battle.
But they also paid a price.
Nearly ten comrades closed their eyes forever.
The Red Sun Army soldiers were silent as they carried the bodies of their comrades to an open space and lined them up.
Someone was squatting next to the body, with his head lowered and his shoulders shaking slightly.
Some people stood in the distance, looking at the brothers who could no longer stand up, without saying a word.
Wang Qiu'er stood aside, looking at the remains, Golden Dragon Spear in his hand hanging by his side.
Her team was not killed, and her team was the only team that survived.
Because she rushed the fastest, killed the most, and put the most dangerous pressure on herself.
Lin Yaoyang came over, stood in front of the remains, and was silent for a moment.
Looking at those young faces quietly, he could still name some of them, while others were just familiar faces.
"Crem them."
"Bring the ashes back to Temple and bury them together."
The soldiers silently carried the body to another open space and set up a pyre.
Golden flames surged out from the palm of Lin Yaoyang and fell on the pyre.
The fire burned, and the firelight turned everyone's face red.
At the same time, another fire was burning.
That is the body of disciple Holy Spirit Cult.
Then it was time to deal with the wounded.
Lin Yaoyang shuttled among the wounded, and the golden light in the palm of his right hand lit up, covering the torn wound of a soldier.
Ultimate Light's purifying power penetrated into the wound, dispelling the remaining evil spirits and healing the torn flesh.
The soldier gritted his teeth and remained silent, but his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Okay. Next one."
He walked to the other wounded man, squatted down, and put his palms up.
There are also many bright attribute Soul Master and auxiliary healing type Soul Master in the team. The golden light keeps lighting up, extinguishing, lighting up, and extinguishing in the night.
Wang Qiu'er was sitting on a tree root not far away, adjusting the breath of Soul Power in his body.
There was a wound on her left arm. It was not long, but deep. The blood had solidified, and black-red blood scabs were stuck on the fair skin.
After Lin Yaoyang took care of several wounded people, he stood up, glanced at the battlefield, and his eyes fell on Wang Qiu'er.
She sat there with Golden Dragon Spear across her knees, her lips a little white.
She closed her eyes and breathed lightly.
Lin Yaoyang walked over and sat down next to her. He noticed the wound on her arm.
"Reach out."
Wang Qiu'er opened his eyes, glanced at him sideways, and said, "No need. It's a minor injury."
"I saw it, how could I turn a blind eye?"
Lin Yaoyang said, the golden light in his hand has already lit up.
Wang Qiu'er frowned.
"I told you, Xiaoshang. Go and help others."
"I've seen everyone else."
"You are the core of the team and have a special status. If you have any shortcomings, I can't explain it to anyone."
He put his hand on the wound on her arm.
The golden light penetrated into the torn flesh, the remaining evil spirits quickly dissipated in front of Light Power, and the muscles at the edge of the wound began to heal.
Wang Qiu'er did not hide, but her body stiffened slightly.
"I don't need any special care from you. I can do it myself."
"Okay, okay."
The movement of Lin Yaoyang's hand did not stop, "Then you are my subordinate, why do I care about you? You are my Red Sun Army's first combat force, and there will be many places where you will be needed in the future. I can't let you go out with injuries, right?"
The first combat force?
Wang Qiu'er snorted lightly and said no more.
She looked away and looked at the pile of burning Holy Spirit Cult corpses in the distance.
Lin Yaoyang took back his hand, Wang Qiu'er's wound on his arm had healed, leaving only a light pink scar.
"Okay. This scar will probably disappear in a while, so don't worry about your skin."
"Got it!"
Ice Empress stood in the distance, folding his arms, watching Lin Yaoyang and Wang Qiu'er sitting on the roots of the tree talking.
A complicated light flashed in her bright yellow eyes, but she did not walk over.
The battlefield is cleared.
Holy Spirit Cult disciple's body was burned to ashes. The ashes of his comrades were put into jade boxes, sealed, and given to their respective captains for safekeeping.
The inventory of materials was completed, and the intact Soul Tool, Gold Soul Coin and other items were collected.
Lin Yaoyang stood in the middle of the open space, looking at the soldiers lined up in front of him.
Their clothes were stained with mud and blood, and some were injured, but everyone's eyes were bright.
"Tonight, we fought a tough battle. The enemy was very strong, but we won."
"Holy Spirit Cult goes to such great lengths to destroy us, it means they are afraid! And the more the enemy is afraid of us, it means we are doing the right thing!"
"Today, they are attacking us in the dark. Tomorrow, we will make those insects tremble in the sun!"
"Brothers who died, we will take them home. Brothers who are alive, take good care of their injuries. We still have a way to go tomorrow."
No one spoke.
But everyone's eyes were focused on him, and there was something more powerful than words.
Lin Yaoyang turned around, walked to the airship he landed on, and patted the hull.
"This is our trophy. From now on, it belongs to us."
The soldiers looked at the black airship with firm eyes.
The moon rose above the head, and the forest gradually became quiet.
The bonfire was rekindled.
Ice Empress was sitting on the tree trunk with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap.
Her mental power has covered her surroundings, and no disturbance can escape her perception.
Lin Yaoyang was sitting on the ramp of the airship, looking up at the stars.
His hair fluttered slightly in the night wind, and the moonlight fell on his face.
Wang Qiu'er walked up to him quietly, leaned against the airship, and crossed his arms.
"Aren't you going to rest?"
"Not sleepy."
Lin Yaoyang said.
He patted the gangway beside him and said, "Sit?"
Wang Qiu'er hesitated for a moment and sat down.
The two people sat side by side, looking at the vast starry sky.
"Lin Yaoyang."
Wang Qiu'er suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
"You said today that I am the first combat force, are you serious?"
"Seriously."
Wang Qiu'er was silent for a while.
"What about you?"
"Me?"
Lin Yaoyang thought for a while, "I am the palace master. The palace master does not participate in the ranking."
Wang Qiu'er The corner of his mouth moved slightly.
"Cunning humans!"