As the smoke and radiant light of Elder Lan's sacrifice began to settle, the battlefield remained chaotic. The undead continued their relentless assault, and the remaining Core Formation cultivators fought on.
Althea had just concluded her own grueling battle with a group of Core Formation Undeads. Her robes, adorned with the emblem of her sect, bore scorch marks and signs of battle. She swept her gaze across the grim battlefield, witnessing the death and destruction that seemed to unfold with every passing moment.
However, Althea's keen eyes, filled with concern, searched for one face in particular. Her brows furrowed when she didn't see Grand Elder Lan. She knew him well and couldn't help but worry for his safety.
Finally, Althea's eyes landed on Elara's group, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With a swift descent from the sky, she arrived at their side. With a graceful sweep of her hand, she wiped out the enemies that had encroached upon them, her power undeniable.
