The atmosphere was grim in its silence.
Any quasi-Transcendent beasts and monsters knew their time was up, too tired and outnumbered to be able to resist what was inevitable.
SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT!!!
Their deaths were quick.
Every last beast and monster was dead.
The battlefield was beyond scarred.
It was beyond ravaged.
It was thoroughly devastated under the sheer weight of the destructive power of the Martial Sages and their destructive enemies.
The lands were still a white-hot molten lava from the destructive power that has coursed through it while the plasma in the heaven slowly began cooling down, returning to its gaseous state of matter.
The Martial Sages remained where they were for several minutes, collapsing to the ground with exhaustion and their wounds. None of them had managed to come away unscathed from the battle.
Many had failed to come away from the battle with life.
