"It's gone...." Xiao Ming sighed, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared at the now-clear skies.
His face was pale, drained of color, and his body trembled faintly, as though the weight of what had just transpired still pressed heavily upon him.
The once-chaotic heavens, filled with the roars of clashing dragons and the crackle of divine energy, had returned to an eerie calm.
Yet, the aftermath of the battle lingered in the air—a faint, almost imperceptible hum that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the world.
Xiao Ming's mind raced, trying to make sense of it all, but exhaustion soon overtook him, and he slumped to the ground, his physical strength completely spent.
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At the Bai Clan's residence, Bai Qing stood amidst the ruins of what was once a lush and vibrant landscape. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the devastation wrought by the dragons' battle.