The sounds of slaughter shook heaven and earth, never ceasing until dawn.
Roar!
As morning light broke, the Demonic Beasts that had fought through the night swiftly retreated into the Abyss.
"Whew..."
Li Xuancang panted heavily. More than half his strength had been spent, and a long-forgotten exhaustion washed over him.
Zhang Ruobai lay on the ground, his face pale and his breathing weak.
He had used a secret technique that damaged his foundation, leaving behind injuries that would be difficult to heal.
Li Xuancang looked over the battlefield, his heart heavy.
Corpses carpeted the ground, blood flowed like a river, and severed limbs lay everywhere.
That single night had claimed the lives of more than seventy thousand members of the Human Race.
Most of them had been relatively powerful cultivators. The Human Race had suffered grievous losses.
If they went through another battle like the one last night, the Human Race would never be able to hold on.
"Make haste. Leave immediately."
After recovering slightly, everyone continued on their way, too pressed for time to collect the bodies of the fallen. Grief in their hearts, they dragged their weary, leaden bodies onward.
The entire procession was silent. No one spoke, and the air was heavy with death.
"I only hope the Demonic Beasts don't come again tonight."
The worry in Zhang Ruobai's eyes could not be concealed.
If the Demonic Beasts attacked again, they would no longer have the strength to resist.
After racing at full speed for several hours, darkness enveloped heaven and earth, forcing everyone to stop.
Only now did they have the chance to light fires and cook.
Some of the civilians remained on watch, lest the Demonic Beasts catch them unprepared.
Two hours passed without any unusual movement, yet no one dared lower their guard.