The various powerful figures who had been invited to join the battle were now leaving one by one.0

Although Zhao Changhe was not socially awkward, he found it exhausting to constantly be surrounded by crowds, especially since he was always injured during these gatherings. It left him feeling utterly drained.0

Looking back after the dust settled, a cold sweat ran down his back.0

It was fortunate that so many people came. If even one had not shown up, it might not have ended with just me injured. And with a few missing, we would have completely lost the battle.0

He also came to realize that the Cui Wenjing’s true value did not lie solely in the battle itself. His very presence had kept the Wang Clan’s forces at bay in the north, preventing them from causing more trouble.0

Then there were people like Yuan Cheng and Gui Chen; although their contributions to the battle did not seem all that significant at first glance, they had actually played significant roles in restraining and weakening the remnant soul through their chanting. Furthermore, the talisman they used to subdue the soul at the end was...0