On the battlefield, the smoke cleared.
The player army's pursuit did not last long against the Diyuan Tribe, who had decisively abandoned all their facilities and withdrawn.
The Diyuan Tribe's scattered retreat also sharply reduced the spoils of war.
In the end, the players could only abandon the pursuit in frustration.
Although this war had inflicted devastating losses on the Diyuan Tribe.
From the players' perspective, however, failing to strip the enemy of everything meant their target had escaped with a sliver of health. What a huge loss.
Resigned though they were, the player army still chose to leave.
They prepared to find their "old friends" for another thoroughly satisfying village brawl.
As the enormous spatial rift spanning the sky overhead slowly closed, the last afterglow of blood energy vanished, and the player army departed through the Cross-World Teleportation Array.
They took the clamor with them, along with the overwhelming pressure that had left the Velvet Spirit Tribe feeling suffocated.
It was as though the crushing war just moments ago had been nothing more than a brief, illusory dream.
Now, only the surviving members of the Velvet Spirit Tribe remained on the scorched, shattered ground.
The damaged fleet descended from the sky like wounded giant beasts, settling onto the earth.
The Engineering Ships' searchlights were the main source of light in the profound darkness. Their beams swept across the enormous wounds in the hulls, illuminating the tiny figures of engineers busy with repairs, while welding sparks flickered over damaged armor.
The atmosphere in the temporary medical area was somber. The remaining medical personnel moved among the stretchers, doing everything they could to treat the warriors who had suffered breakdowns under the Diyuan Tribe's Mental Corruption attacks. Their stifled groans were especially clear in the silence.
Amid this scene steeped in