The four of them fell, and the melee below had also drawn to a close. Naturally, Ye Lin's side had won.
Seeing that Ye Lin had finished the battle, Dongfang Xiyue took a step forward and arrived before him.
She had not directly taken part in the fighting, yet she had been moving through the battlefield all along, recording something.
"How was it?"
Ye Lin wrapped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in white cloth and spoke carelessly.
"In this battle, one hundred and thirty peak True Immortal prodigies fell, along with two hundred and thirteen late-stage True Immortal prodigies."
Dongfang Xiyue spoke slowly, a flicker of pain passing through her eyes.
Every one of the prodigies here had been nurtured by their respective factions at immense cost and with vast amounts of resources.
And now, they had perished just like that.
"Give them proper burials."
Ye Lin said indifferently. How could anyone avoid deaths in a great battle?
That was something that could never be avoided. After all, the Stowaways were not all useless trash; there were still a few ruthless characters among them.
This outcome was already very good. If one wanted to seize benefits in this great age, one had to pay a certain price.
The deaths now were merely normal.
"Alright."
Dongfang Xiyue looked at the hellish scene below and casually waved her hand. The earth instantly churned, splitting apart and swallowing all the corpses piled up like mountains.
In the end, the ground returned to level, and the Purgatory-like scene from before vanished without a trace. Not even flesh or blood could be seen, as though nothing had happened.
"According to the reports, the three teams from the east, west, and south have all stopped at this spot in a most peculiar manner."
Dongfang