The smoke of battle had yet to clear. The setting sun shone blood-red, staining Iron Wall City's shattered walls and ruins with a tragic crimson hue.
Scattered sounds of fighting still rang out within the city as the allied forces hunted down the last diehard defenders, but the outcome was already settled.
True Lord Red Sun stood in midair. His aura fluctuated slightly, and scorch marks marred his robes, but his eyes burned like torches, and his imposing presence had only grown stronger.
"Quickly tally our losses and repair part of the city's defensive formation. Stay alert for a counterattack from the Zhao Kingdom."
He surveyed the ravaged city and said gravely, "Register all captured supplies in a single inventory. No one is to keep anything for themselves!"
Orders went out one after another, and the massive war machine began shifting from furious assault to occupation and consolidation.
Disciples of the Primordial Yang Dao Sect swiftly took control of key positions. Formation masters began repairing the less damaged formation nodes, hoping to restore Iron Wall City's most basic defenses as soon as possible.
Li Yunjing put away his longsword, approached True Lord Red Sun, and cupped his hands. "Congratulations on taking this mighty stronghold, Martial Uncle!"
Behind him stood the ten True Persons of the Divine Firmament Dao Sect, along with Wang Hanyun, Mo Ying, Liu Zhengfeng, Zhang Yan, and the others.
The members of the four factions did not participate in the postbattle takeover. Instead, they obediently assembled to rest and recuperate.
The Primordial Yang Dao Sect had been the main force in the battle, so the right to gather the spoils naturally belonged to them. As for the Divine Firmament Dao Sect, it would certainly receive its share.
The Primordial Yang Dao Sect would not dare go too