Huo Ling swept his gaze across the entire battlefield.
Bodies lay fallen everywhere—those of clerics, those of noble soldiers—sprawled like wheat flattened in a field.
Of course, there were also countless undead corpses. Scattered bones and shattered fragments of armor littered the battlefield.
In the Legendary-level battle, Huo Ling had secured victory on every front. None of his own Legends had died.
Only a few had suffered relatively severe injuries; those who had died were all projections.
That was something Huo Ling found rather gratifying.
There was plenty of time ahead for the injured Legends to recuperate, especially the undead Legends wounded in battle.
Huo Ling could help them recover. Moreover, there were so many clerics' corpses on the battlefield. Though their souls were gone, their bodies could still be absorbed by the undead, their flesh and blood essence used to heal injuries.
In this area, aside from the undead warriors Huo Ling had originally summoned, there were also many skeletons and zombies awakened by the Undead Cataclysm.
These undead possessed little combat power. Now that the great battle was over, adhering to the principle of wasting nothing, Huo Ling began ordering them to gather toward the center of the battlefield.
There, Huo Ling collected them all into the Skeleton Plane, adding bricks and tiles to the construction of the Skeleton Plane.
At last, Huo Ling looked at the rolling dark clouds overhead, contemplation in his eyes.
Then he rose into the air, spread his arms, and began drawing the magic power condensed by the entire Undead Cataclysm into himself.
The power of laws and magic gathered by the Undead Cataclysm could not be wasted either. Added to the deaths of so many lives across this land, the Law of Death had become even more apparent.
The billowing dark clouds