As time passed, a day quickly went by.
Late at night, the roars of the extraterrestrial demons still echoed nearby, even though they were far from Su Han and the others, the sheer number made them clearly audible.
In this day's battle, everyone felt exhausted. When this battle ended, everyone was covered in blood.
In almost every battle, at least several thousand people died, which was quite normal. In such battles, losing several thousand people was actually a small number.
Su Han instructed the Phoenix Sect disciples to collect all the corpses into the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son for burial.
The sadness was no longer intense. They might sigh, but this was long anticipated, and everyone was used to it.
There was no time to grieve for others because there was no telling when one might face death.
All they could do was cultivate as quickly as possible, improving their strength to ensure their safety.
...
Inside the Xumi Ring of the Holy Son, everyone was resting.
