Three days later, in the evening.
Xia Zhou, with a look of fatigue, sat on the tower terrace of the Starry Night Castle. The hustle and bustle outside the castle waned in the gradually dimming glow of the setting sun, and the white fog medicine, permeating the city, sent the civilians to dreamland, allowing them to spend the most difficult days in their sleep.
The past three days have been the busiest in Xia Zhou's life.
The army consisting of flesh and blood clones and blood element servants clashed fiercely with the Holy Place's army stationed in the Western Continent. The combat area covered thousands of acres in the northwest and southwest of the Western Continent, resulting in the destruction of three ancient forests and two peaks.
Although the combat corps suffered some casualties, they still completed the task assigned by Xia Zhou: they captured all the Holy Place's army and stored their heads in cultivation tanks.