After raging for most of the day, the wind and snow finally began to subside.
But the carnage at the former Left Route Army camp was a hundred times more chilling than the bitter winter of Southern Qingzhou.
A layer of frozen earth had been sheared away across dozens of miles. Torn formation flags, shattered magical implements, and the mingled severed limbs of human cultivators and demon beasts littered the ground.
At the center of that battlefield, a slaughterhouse fit for asuras, the hill-sized corpse of the [Azure-Eyed Golden-Pupiled Ape] still radiated a terrifying remnant of its power.
And Chu Bai, clad in his Purple-Gold Python-Robed Cloak, stood utterly calmly atop the Demon King's corpse.
At his feet lay Lu Feng, Grand Elder of the Lu Household, collapsed in a pool of blood, one arm severed and his chest completely caved in.
Chu Bai held the [Commander's Seal] he had just torn from Lu Feng's robes, the symbol of supreme command over the Great Wall Prefecture Left Route Army.
Neither gold nor jade, the seal had been refined with the Great Wall Prefecture governor's fundamental spell power. Now it gave off a faint bloody glow in Chu Bai's hand.
"Give... give the seal back..."
Lu Feng's withered lips trembled violently, blood pouring from his mouth like an unstoppable spring. His remaining right hand clawed desperately at the edge of Chu Bai's boot. His once sinister, arrogant eyes now brimmed with utter resentment, humiliation, and despair.
The Lu Household had schemed for so long, only to lose several Foundation Establishment elders and thousands of elite private soldiers, while even my own Dao foundation ended up half destroyed. In the end, we had sewn a wedding gown for this backwater mud-legged wretch I had always despised?!
"Give it back?"
Chu Bai looked