The Fish Life Disk fell to the ground, the hundred ghosts were all but gone, and the Dragon-Trapping Formation dispersed, leaving devastation everywhere.
Only wisps of green smoke that had yet to fully disperse remained, waiting there for a gentle breeze to blow past so they could drift away with the wind.
Wherever that wind went, it surely had to be beautiful in every way! But who knew whether there were Immortals there too?
The few people secretly watching from the shadows looked at those dissipating resentful ghosts, shock in their eyes.
Perhaps this had not been a battle that shook heaven and earth, but it had been one that touched the heart.
How could they fail to see the fear Mortals felt when facing the Divine Realm, or fail to imagine the courage it took to march bravely to their deaths...
Though they were Mortals, they deserved respect!
"Cough, cough!"
Just then, someone crawled up amid the battlefield, his entire body battered, blood spilling from his mouth. Several wisps of green smoke still clung to him, making it clear that his injuries were severe.
The elderly sword cultivator slowly rose, his face twisted viciously as he looked at Su Mo.
He had not died. When the hundred resentful ghosts swarmed him, he had used his disciples as shields and escaped with his life, but his injuries were extremely grave, and the Fish Life Disk had drained almost all the spiritual power in his body.
Seeing the elderly sword cultivator rise, Gu Yu's expression changed, and he stood in front of Su Mo to shield him.
Although the elderly sword cultivator was gravely wounded, he was still beyond what a Confucian Cultivator like Su Mo could match.
Su Mo looked at the green smoke that had yet to disperse and