I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

Outside Chuyang City, the night wind, carrying the scent of blood and scorched earth, swept across the plains.

The battlefield after the battle was so quiet it felt unreal.

The deafening roars and crashes of the past have faded away, leaving only the sound of the wind and the occasional low groan.

There were injured cultivators and injured spirit beasts.

The groans were torn to shreds by the night wind, scattered between the twilight and the firelight, like the last echoes of this battlefield.

The torchlight stretched out in the twilight, like a winding fire dragon, illuminating the figures of the cultivators who were cleaning up the battlefield.

They sorted the corpses from the bodies, pulled the scattered spirit weapons from the soil, and picked up the broken armor from the pool of blood.

Some people carried their injured companions on their backs, while others squatted beside a fallen blue-eyed eagle, gently stroking its tattered wings, their fingertips lingering on the curled feathers for a long time before withdrawing.

Winning the battle is important, but cleaning up the battlefield and restoring the cultivators and spirit beasts are equally crucial.

Victory or defeat is decided in an instant, but whether those who are injured, fall, or exhausted in battle can rise again truly determines the course of the next battle.

Without looking up, Zhi Hei stared at the projection array, his fingers swiftly tracing across the spiritual panel. His voice, short and calm, came from behind his mask: "Have Chairman Lin quickly direct the logistics troops to clean up the battlefield, ensuring there is no possibility of a plague outbreak."

"Understood, I'll go and coordinate it myself right away!" Lin Xuanqi turned around and got to work.

He strode towards the communication array panel, his fingers flying across the light panel as he input commands into the array.

His voice echoed in the command room, steady yet urgent: "Xuan Dong, it's time for you to shine! Direct the logistics troops to clean up the battlefield, ensure no plague spreads, and collect as many demon beast corpses as possible—those are all spirit stones! I've ordered the Liu family to operate their spirit beast processing workshop at full capacity to process the excess demon beast meat as quickly as possible!"

On the other side of the communication array, in the logistics camp, Lin Xuandong was already impatient.

He had just taken off his blood-stained armor and put on a clean set of shorts, and was standing at the camp gate waiting.

His gaze pierced through the night and landed on the returning logistics team. He then called out loudly to Liu Yunzhou, the head of the Liu family, to begin his work.

During this special period, the cultivators of the Liu family, because of their expertise in handling spirit beasts, were all assigned to the logistics team.

The cultivators who specialized in slaughtering spirit beasts and processing materials had already lined up in a row, each equipped with a set of spirit-patterned knives and a jade box for packaging. Their movements were so swift that it was as if they were rushing to a harvest that was even more urgent than a battlefield.

The sound of blades cutting into flesh echoed in the night wind, like a silent symphony.

The command is not finished yet.

Zhihei immediately contacted Lin Xinyao: "Miss Lin Xinyao, the work of treating the spirit beast legion is entrusted to you. After the final count of the dead and wounded spirit beasts, I need to know how many fighting beasts we have."

"Okay!" Lin Xinyao's voice came from the array plate, carrying a sense of competence born from the pressure of high-intensity work.

She's already doing this, directing the spirit beasts into the city and settling them in groups on the open ground.

The scene of the injured alligator snapping turtles being guided slowly into the city gate resembled rows of slowly moving hills, with cracks and dents from the battle still remaining on their carapaces.

She arranged for the tribespeople to be divided according to the severity of their injuries, prioritizing those with severe injuries and having those with minor injuries wait in order, while simultaneously counting the number of casualties. Every task was carried out at the same time.

The Lin family is experts in this field, and many members of the Lin family have already begun the work of rescuing and healing spirit beasts.

Any spiritual items or medicines needed will be prioritized and supplied here.

The medicinal herbs transported from Shattered Star Lake, the specially made external ointments transferred from Spirit Herb Valley, and the recovery potions prepared in advance from the Burning Bone City warehouse were all prioritized for the spirit beasts.

These spirit beasts are far more important to the Lin family than the garrison troops. They are the core assets that Lin Che has cultivated over decades and are the true foundation for the Lin family's foothold in the Southern Region.

The carapace of each of the alligator snapping turtles here bears the fruits of three generations of the Lin family's hard work, and the wings of each Azure-eyed Eagle embody the countless days and nights of breeding and care by the Lin family.

Next came the garrison.

Upon receiving the order, Lin Xuanjing immediately began making arrangements. His voice came from the array plate, hoarse but clear: "Quickly count the casualties and have the military doctors treat the wounded cultivators immediately!" His gaze fell on the commanders of the various battalions in front of him.

After the battle ended, they withdrew immediately, and all the mid-to-high-level commanders of the eight battalions were present.

The commanders' faces were full of exhaustion. Some had dried bloodstains at the corners of their eyes, some still held weapons they hadn't had time to put away, and some had their heads down, as if they were silently counting something.

Behind them were the garrison troops marching into the camp. The cultivators' steps were heavy and slow, their armor stained with dried blood, their spiritual weapons casually draped over their shoulders, and the aftershocks of battle still lingering in their eyes.

Seeing the exhaustion on everyone's faces, Lin Xuanjing continued, "I know everyone is tired, but now is a time when every second counts. Don't die in the camp instead of on the battlefield!" His voice was not loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured on the heads of those commanders who had begun to relax, causing their slumped shoulders to tighten slightly and their unfocused eyes to refocus.

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their weary voices converging into a surging river.

The commanders turned and returned to their posts, passing the orders down the ranks. The garrison troops who had just entered the camp began to be divided into different areas according to the severity of their injuries. Some were guided to the treatment area, some to the rest area, and some to the supply distribution point.

The entire logistics system was like a machine that had been restarted, with every gear meshing and every chain turning.

Among the crowd were the patriarchs of the three Foundation Establishment factions in Chuyang City: Zhou Wanhong, Li Guanhai, and Sun Zhiyuan.

"They actually fought! The Lin family is something else!"

"Who says it isn't!"

These three families, as affiliated forces of the Lin family, have poured all their best resources into the garrison.

As the battle approached, the three patriarchs personally joined the ranks of the garrison, hoping to seize a chance to break through to the Golden Core stage!

They are not the Lin family, and they do not have that kind of foundation and fortune. Joining the garrison and fully supporting the Lin family is the only opportunity they can seize right now.

Furthermore, their roots were in Chuyang City, and protecting this place was equally important to them, so without the slightest hesitation, almost all the cultivators in the clan joined in.

The three families have sent several hundred cultivators to the garrison. It can be said that at this moment, it is not just the Lin family fighting, but all the families of Chuyang City fighting!

Without Zhi Hei's orders, Lin Xuanqing immediately organized the array masters of Chuyang City to begin emergency repairs on the large arrays inside and outside the city as soon as the battle ended.

She squatted in front of a broken section of the array pattern that had been repeatedly impacted, her fingers gently touching the cut surface of the spiritual path, using her spiritual power to sense the depth and angle of the broken lines, and then quickly directed a group of array masters to search along the inner side of the city wall in sections.

The defensive formation fared well. Apart from some damage to the array patterns when waiting for the ape army to take their positions at the beginning, the formation suffered almost no damage during the subsequent battle on the plains.

But the Spirit Trapping Array is different.

The main battlefield was right on the Spirit Trapping Formation, which meant that by the end of the battle, the Spirit Trapping Formation on the south side of the city wall had been reduced to only 70% of its original strength.

"Repair everything with all your might! We must finish before the Red Ape army besieges the city. We don't have much time to catch our breath!"

The reason why the player with the black pieces chose to move down from the city wall to meet the enemy on the plain was to buy time.

It is still unknown how long it will take for Tingfeng Pass to be breached, or whether the Red Ape Territory will send troops again, so they must race against time.

"Received!" The group of array masters immediately began to repair the array according to the methods they had learned, fixing the array patterns one by one.

The magic pen moved swiftly across the wall, leaving behind fine golden traces that reconnected, illuminated, and reawakened the cracked lines inch by inch, like a net being rewoven, growing and healing from the broken points.

…………

The healing and statistics for the spirit beast legion and the garrison took about three hours.

Lin Xuanjing was the first to send the battle report. His voice was a few decibels lower than usual, as if something heavy was pressing down on it: "The garrison suffered 876 dead, 4,800 lightly wounded, and 1,400 seriously wounded. The seriously wounded cultivators will most likely be unable to fight in the next battle."

"Alright, I understand." Zhihei's voice came from behind the mask, flat and without hesitation. "Let the garrison rest well and recover their spiritual power as soon as possible, and ensure that the lightly wounded regain their fighting strength as soon as possible."

His gaze remained fixed on the projection array, his fingers tracing the moving points of light rapidly, as if he hadn't noticed the unusual tone in Lin Xuanjing's voice.

A merciful ruler cannot command an army; such incidents will only increase in the future, and Lin Xuanjing needs to figure this out himself.

Next came Lin Xinyao, whose battle report arrived shortly afterward. Her voice was hoarse with exhaustion: "The situation on the Spirit Beast Legion's side is terrible. Most of the Fuyue Crocodile Turtles are seriously injured. If the Red Ape Territory's army had arrived faster, they definitely wouldn't be able to go back to the battlefield. The only thing to be thankful for is that there were no casualties."

The crocodile turtles of Mount Fu were already incredibly strong defensively, and with proper command, whenever one of them couldn't hold its ground, others would immediately take its place, ensuring that the Lin family's iron shield suffered no loss in numbers.

Zhihei nodded; this situation was exactly as he had expected.

It was to be expected that the alligator snapping turtles, who were on the front line and stood in front of everyone like a wall, would suffer serious injuries.

Fortunately, the next battle will most likely be a siege, so the lack of combat power in this area will not have too much of an impact.

"The Golden Lion Beast clan suffered 58 casualties and 160 injuries; the Azure-Eyed Eagle clan suffered 320 casualties and 460 injuries; the Petrified Lizard clan suffered 960 casualties and 1,800 injuries..." The more Lin Xinyao spoke, the lower her spirits became.

Unlike alligator snapping turtles, these species, which are more aggressive and less defensive, are completely different.

Every clan had fallen spirit beasts, and those numbers were heavy, like stones pressing on her heart. With each number she announced, her voice lowered a little.

Zhihei paused for a second, then spoke, his voice calm and steady: "Okay, I understand. Do everything you can to save the spirit beast. Command will prioritize supplies for your side." He paused, then added, "You did a great job."

……

Time continued, lasting for eight hours, until the battlefield was finally cleaned up.

The torchlight had been replaced by the morning light. The mountain of monster corpses was sorted, collected, and loaded onto trucks. Bones, skin, claws, and teeth were all stored separately, awaiting further processing.

The soil, soaked in blood, was turned over and over again until its original color was no longer visible. Only the faint smell of rust in the air reminded people of what had happened here.

Lin Xuandong walked at the very back of the logistics unit, his steps faltering slightly as he turned his gaze westward, his eyes filled with worry.

The Lin family has four outstanding talents.

Why did his son, Lin Xinyou, never appear on the battlefield?

The reason is simple—he went to sea.

Lin Xinyou has loved soaking in the water since she was a child, and this idea has never changed as she has grown up; in fact, it has become even stronger.

Ultimately, his gaze fell upon the South China Sea.

Six hundred miles west of Chuyang City lies the South China Sea, beyond the desolate desert.

On the day she broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Lin Xinyou expressed her desire to go out to see the ocean.

In the end, the Lin family did not stop them.

The South China Sea remains an unknown territory for the Lin family, so exploring it would be a good thing.

Similarly, he can be considered a spark.

If Chuyang City really cannot be defended, they will be the last remaining spark of the Lin family.

Looking westward, Lin Xuandong sighed, then roused himself and strode quickly into the city.

The battle report was then relayed to command: "The logistics department has finished cleaning up the battlefield!"

The only thing left to deal with after the war was the prisoners of war.

The Lin family didn't have time to tame these wild creatures, so they had to set up a temporary prisoner-of-war camp in the silent forest.

The Lin family had prepared for this day long ago.

Therefore, a special formation had been prepared long ago to suppress the demonic power condensing within the monsters, thus preventing them from unleashing their supernatural abilities.

The apes being escorted into the camp lowered their heads, their steps heavy, like wild beasts with their spines removed. Occasionally, some would look up, but their eyes had lost all fighting spirit, leaving only an emptiness intertwined with bewilderment and resignation.

The Iron-Armed Ape King and the Mystic Bone Ape King, these third-tier demon beast leaders, were imprisoned separately, their demonic power sealed, and their strength suppressed with special pills, making it impossible for them to even break through a first-tier formation.

For now, this is the only way.

After all, the most crucial thing for Chuyang City right now is to prepare for war—to welcome the final battle.

The spirit beasts that could still stand were being reorganized, the cultivators who could still wield spirit weapons were being re-formed, and the array patterns that could still glow were being repaired inch by inch.

Chuyang City is like a giant beast that has just gone through a fierce battle, panting, licking its wounds, and then tensing its muscles again, waiting for the next storm to arrive.