Chapter 1132: Dawn (III)
At the same time.
A warship silently flew toward Silver Moon, quickly entering Boundless airspace. Li Hao was on it.
The ancient city was furiously ravaging the world for its energy. Dozens of divine spirits were dead and one million soldiers obliterated in the last battle. The world’s energy had been in a state of revitalization, but Boundless’ insatiable devouring weakened it again.
It was this increasing weakness that prevented Zheng Yu from taking further action. He could only sit by and watch while Zhang An sealed off Boundless to him.
A group of people disembarked from the warship, each of them covered in wounds and in an emotional state. The battlefield remained as it was when they left, it had not been cleaned up.
Blood stained the ancient city as all of the living in the army had died. Those dead to begin with milled around aimlessly, at a loss and many having voluntarily crumbled away.
Not all of Boundless were mutinous traitors. Some of them had died in the early days and left only lingering obsessions behind. They simply followed orders, and now that their superiors were dead, they instantly lost their vigor.
Li Hao landed on the ground and looked around, not finding any words for the longest time. He Yong, Hou Xiaochen, Yu Luocha, Golden Spear, Yuan Shuo, Thunderleg, Liu Long, Kong Jie, Northern Fist, Berserk Blade, the previous generation Iron Shirt, and even Yao Si—someone who’d Li Hao had pointed at and insulted for being an old stick in the mud—had died in this battle.
No one knew what the young man was thinking. Half of the Silver Moon martial world was no more after a single engagement. Was it worth it?
The nine Evenround Martial students that’d offered their allegiance had fallen asleep, leaving only their weapons behind. It would be very difficult to revive them because even their mental strength had stilled.
If Li Hao’s side counted this battle as a victory, they could only consider it a fluke. Perhaps... it was worth it!