After nearly two hours, the perilous bloodbath finally ended. The entire cultivation base was a miserable sight, with scarlet blood covering the ground and walls. Corpses were scattered everywhere, not a single one intact. Intestines and brains were splattered all over the ground, and An Yiqing and the others walked over them as if they were nothing.
"Cease the battle!"
"Cease the battle!"
"Cease the battle!"
Several small squads quickly returned from all directions to report the situation to An Yiqing. Everyone was wounded, many severely, and there were even a few deaths.
"Send the injured for treatment, and bring the bodies of our fallen comrades back for a proper burial!" An Yiqing's eyes were heavy as she glanced at the members of Hong Ci and the Blood Guard Army, all drenched in blood, some of it their own, some the enemy's. Their bodies were covered in scars, with bloody wounds exposed to the air, an appalling sight.
