The morning light completely dispelled the night, exposing every detail of the valley to the pale sunlight.
The aftermath of the battle was far more gruesome than what they had perceived in the darkness.
Shattered alloy barricades were twisted and deformed, covered in a mix of dark red and dark gold bloodstains.
There was hardly an intact patch of ground to be seen; it was riddled with claw marks, deep craters, scorched-black burn marks, and vast pools of half-congealed blood.
The corpses of Blade-toothed Beasts and the Red Fang Commander were strewn about, mixed in with the bodies of several human Martial Artists. The air was thick with the cloying stench of blood and the unique, foul odor of the Star Beasts.
Xu Wuyi stood where he was, spear in hand, silently gazing at the scene.
His black training clothes were torn in several new places and covered in dust and blood, though most of it belonged to the Star Beasts.
