The Undead Legion offered almost no resistance. Once its will to fight crumbled and it fell into a rout, the reaping of lives had only just begun.
As the Undead fled for their lives, the humans no longer cared about landmarks or boundaries. They pursued them as far as they could, until not a single Undead remained in sight.
There was no longer any need to conserve their strength or hold anything back. This pursuit lasted a full half month. Those who ventured deepest chased their quarry thousands of li into the Binxu Desert, doubling back and circling around to intercept them, wiping out every Undead they encountered along the way-even those who had not joined the Undead Legion.
When war overturned the nest, how could any eggs remain intact?
Half a month later, the human cultivators returned one after another. It was a glorious victory, a sweeping extermination across thousands of li. With most of the Undead Legion destroyed, the Undead forces in this part of the Binxu Desert had been swept clean. For a long time, at least, they would be unable to muster another Undead Legion of the same size-provided, of course, that the Undead forces deeper in the Binxu Desert did not intervene.
... A Daoist memorial rite was held above the Protective Forest. More than two thousand human cultivators stood solemnly in silence above the main battlefield at Dragon Whisker Ravine, their ranks stretching a hundred li.
At this moment, there was no Shanmen, Qin Sect, or Yue Sect, nor any Demonic Sect or Daoist Sect. They made no distinctions between one another and set aside their grievances. On the battlefield, they were comrades in arms.
The humans had also paid a considerable price in this battle. Nearly two hundred cultivators had died in the