A few hours later
The dark purple sky seemed to be wiped away with an invisible hand, revealing a faint grey brightness on the edges, as the demonic qi receded like a retreating tide, exposing the eroded and uneven rock walls.
On the ground, the river of dark green blood no longer spread, beginning to seep into the charred soil, leaving dark marks of varying depths.
The sulfur and bloody scent in the air hadn't completely dissipated but was no longer as oppressively suffocating as before.
The roars and howls of the demons gradually diminished, as if their ferocious energy had been drained, and countless twisted figures stopped charging forward, turning instead to head toward the densest core region of demonic qi, dragging injuries of varying severity with them.
The air was filled with the exhaustion that follows a celebration, leaving only trampled vegetation, coagulated filth, and sporadically twitching remains strewn across the wasteland.
