On the bloody and tumultuous peak of Celestial Capital, chaos lay everywhere.
The fierce battle had finally come to an end.
Combatants on both sides, with unparalleled Sword Intent and violent blood qi soaring into the sky, even scattered the demonic clouds above.
Now that the fight was over, Celestial Capital Peak was dead silent, with not even the cawing of birds to be heard.
The once lush and towering ancient trees of Celestial Capital Peak were now nothing but bare earth and stones, the landscape scarred and ravaged.
The vast Celestial Capital Peak had been shortened by a good measure after the battle, the entire mountain had a layer of soil shorn off.
And this was merely the destruction caused by the aftereffects of the battle.
Martial Trust King Lu Chen, his body drained of blood qi and as thin as a stick, now sat stiffly amid the ruins of the battlefield atop Celestial Capital Peak.