The starlight gradually faded, and the sword intent fell silent.
The stellar curtain enveloping the small courtyard quietly receded like the tide.
Inside and outside the courtyard lay utter devastation.
Scorched earth, shattered weapons scattered everywhere, and silent remnants of bodies all spoke wordlessly of the brutality of the battle just moments ago.
The thick stench of blood mingled with the burnt odor left behind by extinguished Soul Power, permeating the air with a nauseating pungency.
Ning Chuan stood alone in the courtyard, his face pale as paper.
Simultaneously driving the sword formation to its utmost power—especially using the Megrez Sword radiance to instantly kill Xiao Ran at the end—had nearly drained all his Soul Power and mental strength. A fierce sense of weakness washed over his entire body in wave after wave.
His spiritual sense spread out like a fine net, sweeping across the battlefield within several dozen yards.
Only after confirming that no enemies remained hidden, and that the few surviving Blackwater Gang members had already fled far away and posed no immediate threat, did Ning Chuan gradually relax his tightly wound nerves.
"Pfft—"
He could no longer suppress it and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, staining the ground before him red.
Steadying himself, Ning Chuanchuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He knew this was absolutely not the time to meditate and recover. He had to deal with the scene quickly and erase every trace!
Enduring the tearing pain in his meridians, Ning Chuan took a deep breath and connected with the Heavens Trash Recycling Station.
"Station, scan the battlefield. Break down and recycle all unnatural traces, energy residue, and—enemy remains. Prioritize objects with obvious Soul Power fluctuations and life signs."
As the command was issued, an invisible ripple spread outward from