Chen Mo was covered in blood, his whole body seemingly drained of strength.
This blood battle had raged from morning until the sun set in the west, lasting five or six hours. Despite the presence of the Qilin Heart, the True Qi within Chen Mo was nearly exhausted, and his physical strength was almost depleted.
He didn't care if the ground was stained red with blood, nor did he pay any mind to the dead enemy soldier beside him, staring lifelessly at him.
Chen Mo sat on the ground, leaning against the corpse, the Tianwen sword planted in the ground as he gasped for breath.
"You... you okay?" Jiang Ruoqing dragged her weary body over, unbothered by the scene around her, and sat down next to Chen Mo, leaning against him.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired." Chen Mo leaned against Jiang Ruoqing. The two supported each other, looking at the now darkened sky. She said, "Is it finally over?"
Chen Mo did not answer.
The evening breeze carried the smoke of battle across the sky.
