The battlefield slowly started to grow quiet. It was no longer reverberating with miserable wails filled with despair or the heart-rending sounds of bodies being broken apart. Only the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional howl of wrathful vengeance could be heard.

The bloody mist that hung in the air was no longer growing thick. Instead, the metallic tang of blood was slowly being dispersed by the wind.

Yun Che turned around with Caizhi in his arms. The highest-level ...