Rain poured down in torrents.
The battlefield had fallen silent.
The ground was littered with bullet craters, blast pits, and scars carved by Sword Qi. Damaged guns lay in the mud. Several War Chariots were either riddled with holes or dented by the Three-Headed, Six-Armed Demon-Subduing Golden Body. The roof of the only Heavy Shield War Chariot had melted halfway away like a wax figure, and even its cannon barrel had melted through. Yet nature's power was beyond imagining. The rain had only just begun, but sand and gravel washed across the ground were already filling the craters. The earth that the Little Blazing Sun Art had burned red-hot had cooled. At the center of the blast, sand and gravel had melted together with the War Chariot's metal and hardened into a strange solid.
Ignoring the downpour, the group sat where they were and rested.
Some had exhausted their Spirit Power, some were injured, and others were spent. The fight had been grueling.
Blue Nation's "mercenary" system had brought plenty of scum to this battlefield to revel in killing, but that scum had not been easy to handle. Some were elites professionally trained by Blue Nation's army; others were Mid-Tier Cultivators themselves. With fine equipment on top of that, they were formidable.
Fortunately, no one had died.
Fortunately, Spirit Power was in turmoil. Fortunately, they had chosen an ambush. Fortunately, everyone could take a beating. Heaven's timing, the lay of the land, and the people on their side—none could have been missing.
As Zhang Suannai would put it, these people had something going for them, but not much.
"Cough, cough..."
Chen Shu coughed a few times. The unbroken drain on his Spirit Power had nearly depleted him again.
Rain kept hammering down. Even the sandy ground had reached its limit