「Sanshui City.」
Battalion after battalion of soldiers was retreating toward Shuanghe City. The various districts were a complete wreck; scarcely a single building remained intact. The northern city wall had even been completely overturned.
Uprooted trees littered the ruins. They were pines and cypresses that had just been planted on the outskirts of True Yang Mountain. The powerful shockwave had torn them from the ground, and now they were scattered everywhere.
In the temporary command center in the heart of the city, Zuo Xuan was listening to reports from all sides.
"There are too many injured. Nearly every common soldier has sustained some wound. The current count of the severely injured is over six thousand. I've already organized the Water and Wood Cultivators to treat them. In addition, the Lishan and Pingshan war zones have also suffered varying degrees of damage. The latest reports say that our strongholds in front of True Yang Mountain have been all but destroyed."
