The wind and snow keened as they swept across the ice field outside the Broken Spine Gate.
Carrying with them the still-lingering, faintly cool afterglow of Luo Qinglian's final divine radiance.
The great battle was over.
Several million elite Life Ghosts, together with that terrifying King Species Magma Giant, were reduced to dust beneath the blue radiance.
Only the ravaged, pitted permafrost remained, soaked through with human blood.
The Arctic Ice Field was truly as she had proclaimed with her dying breath.
No more Life Ghosts.
The million-strong coalition army that had just come through a victory now sat slumped in twos and threes on the freezing snow, or leaned against shattered ice rocks and discarded equipment.
The officers forced themselves to stay alert, shouting hoarsely.
They began organizing personnel to clean up this brutal battlefield.
Stretchers wove their way between corpses, carrying away the bodies of the fallen and the gravely wounded.
