After the battle ended, smoke and dust still swirled across the battlefield, the debris yet to settle.
Ling Yunxiao directed the Chen Clan's soul masters as they bustled across the battlefield, clearing away the wreckage and taking the helpless captives, women, and children into custody.
Amid all this activity, Ye Xiuxin, Mu Lingyun, and Zhu Hanshu led the support soul masters in tending to the wounded and replenishing their soul power. Their practiced, gentle ministrations brought a trace of warmth and hope to the bloody battlefield.
Judging by the situation, many of the Chen Clan's people had been wounded, but few had died. As long as no body parts were missing, injuries were easier to heal; they had been briefed on this before setting out.
Chen Hong and Chen Cong walked slowly through the chaotic battlefield to Chen Wenchao and Chen Shihua, deep admiration showing on both their faces.
Chen Hong's eyes shone as he said with feeling, "Wen Chao, Shi Hua, after just a few years apart, you've actually developed this Light-Dark Two Poles Sword. Truly impressive. Its power rivals an all-out strike from a Super Douluo."
Chen Shihua smiled faintly and explained, "It was actually that boy Xiaojun's suggestion."
"In fact, Grandfather Duke Wen of Jin had this idea back then. He had Eldest Uncle and my father choose light- and dark-attribute soul rings respectively. But the conflict between light and darkness was so intense that we made no major breakthroughs for years."
"Only after we encountered yin-yang theory did this combined soul skill fusion technique finally achieve a tentative success."
Chen Cong nodded, anticipation for the future evident in his deep gaze. "There is indeed still considerable room for improvement."
"Right now, you're still relying mainly on your own soul power, and your ability to draw upon