The battlefield stretched endlessly in every direction, littered with the broken, twisted bodies of demons. The stench of burnt flesh, scorched earth, and dissipating demonic energy hung thick in the air.
Pools of dark blood soaked into the ground, forming scattered patches of corruption that were already beginning to fade as the demonic essence lost its vitality. Here and there, human geniuses could still be seen engaging the last remaining demons, striking them down with practiced precision.
These final enemies were too weak to be considered threats, and the young cultivators were using them simply to sharpen their blades and refine their battle instincts. The chaos that once filled the region had reduced to quiet clusters of finishing blows. Victory was already certain.
