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 massacre in the history of the God Realm had thankfully come to a close on this bloodsoaked ground.

In fact, it had ended in an inconceivably fast manner.

All of the Dragon God Realm’s Venerable Withered Dragons, Dragon Gods, Dragon Sovereigns, and Master Dragons were dead. The northern region profound practitioners had used them as an outlet to vent their extreme rage, so most of their bodies had been torn to pieces.

There wasn’t a single Hui Dragon or Chi Dragon alive either.

Ironically, it was the Myriad Manifestations Divine Masters who had endured the longest. However, they were boxed in on all sides by the Northern Region, the Qilins, and the Blue Dragons in the end and there wasn’t a single survivor among them.

It was at this time that the dreadful figure of that gigantic dragon silently disappeared from the skies above them. The skies and the earth had finally stopped shuddering at that moment and it was as if they now had an opportunity to breathe.

If anyone happened to arrive at the Ten Directions...