"Run!"
The Barbarians and Demon Race allied army, so arrogant just moments ago, collapsed like a mountain avalanche after defeat.
They had already been plagued by internal strife and were scrambling to flee for their lives. Now that they were surrounded and annihilated, they had no power to resist at all, and their formation completely fell apart.
Barbarian soldiers were trampled beneath iron cavalry, leaving not even bones behind.
The Demon Race were slain by powerful experts, their corpses left incomplete.
Wu Xiaotian and the others could no longer spare any thought for the army. They cared only about fleeing for their own lives.
Li Xuancang stood atop the city wall, watching the Barbarians and Demon Race be surrounded and wiped out layer by layer below, their forces utterly routed and no longer capable of the slightest counterattack.
"Zhou Xingzhan truly had a backup plan, but the price was far too cruel."
To lure the enemy into the jar, more than a million civilians had been sacrificed. The losses caused by the Barbarians were even more impossible to calculate.
Li Xuancang felt that such an outcome was utterly not worth it.
The setting sun was blood-red. The main forces of the Barbarians and Demon Race were completely annihilated, corpses carpeting the ground.
The remaining scattered soldiers fled in all directions, only to be purged one by one by the Peace Prefecture Army. The great danger at the border was thoroughly eradicated.
The battlefield was littered with severed limbs and broken arms, while a thick stench of blood drifted through the air.
The Peace Prefecture Army pursued and slaughtered the enemy all the way, only returning to Mystic Sun City three days later.
When the army returned, the corpses near the city walls had already been cleared away. Only the battle