The gates of Hujue Pass opened.
Large squads of soldiers poured out and began to clean up the battlefield.
Every demon corpse on the battlefield was a spoil of war. They would bring these spoils back into the city, ensuring every part was put to good use.
Zhang Wangyue and the others were all covered in wounds. They paid no mind to the demon corpses, instead silently gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades.
"This is life and death."
Li Tingkui stood beside Su Mu, his long spear slung over his shoulder, and spoke in a level tone.
The spear that had killed the Tier Five Demon now looked perfectly ordinary, no different at first glance from the ones used by common soldiers.
"You'll get used to it after you've seen it enough."
Li Tingkui said, "If you don't want to see these casualties, then you'd best grow stronger as quickly as possible."
"Lord Li, the Demon Court doesn't seem that strong. Why don't we—"
Su Mu fell silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.
