The Barbarian Army's Defeat and Arshley's Ambition

A few days later...

"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

In the center of the battlefield, Valen panted, exhaustion evident on his face.

Hundreds of meters around him, tens of thousands of barbarian corpses lay scattered in gruesome conditions.

"Finally, we won," he murmured, a faint smile forming on his lips.

He straightened up, gripping the Holy Spear of Soaring Dragon in his right hand, then turned to Luna beside him.

"What about the remaining barbarians? Are they still resisting?" he asked, his voice heavy.

Luna, her beautiful face pale with fatigue, took a deep breath before shaking her head.

"Hundreds of thousands of their soldiers have acknowledged defeat and laid down their weapons in surrender," she replied indifferently.

"Good." Valen nodded in satisfaction. "Then let's interrogate their leader."