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When Niannian looked up again, the light had already covered the entire battlefield, with gold and crimson gold intertwined, dazzling and radiant.

When Niannian saw the golden dragon shadow pop out of the pillar of light, its tail was still inside the pillar, but its body had already passed through most of the battlefield.

The shockwave generated when the dragon claw landed sent all the rubble flying.

Those ancient remnants at the very front were pushed back by the wind stirred up by the dragon's body.

It was as if they were all pressed down onto the same plane by an invisible giant hand, then rolled and dragged in place, as they fled in panic.

Little Gold didn't stop; immediately, its second claw swept across the ground.

This claw strike took away even more; in the most densely populated area, some people were directly hit by the claw's force.

Some people were thrown into the air and then fell back down, and they didn't move after that.

Even from that distance, Niannian could see people running out of that area, but their speed was far slower than the speed at which they were being swept away.

As the phoenix descended from another direction, flames spread across the ground.

Luo Nannan's flames advanced layer by layer; after the first layer burned through, the residual heat continued to scorch the next layer.

The ground beneath the feet of many of the remaining spies cracked before it could withstand the sustained high temperature.

Some tried to avoid it, but the line of fire was too wide, covering the entire flank.

With each turn they make to the left or right, a new flame awaits them.

The imperial shadow formed by Luo Tian's Dharma Heaven and Earth took a step forward.

When that step landed, the ground cracked open, creating a deep trench that ran across the battlefield.

The crack extended for hundreds of feet, and at its widest point, one could see the churning deep rock layers below.

Some of the remaining spies were knocked down and trampled by those who followed.

Others remained where they were, looking up at the approaching golden phantom.

The magical aura that had formed in their hands extinguished one after another in their palms, like lamp wicks being extinguished one by one.

They looked at the golden phantom on the opposite bank through the widening crack.

Some people took a few steps back, some stood still, and some dropped their magical artifacts and turned to flee to the side.

In less than fifteen minutes, the density on the battlefield changed significantly.

The formations of those ancient remnants, torn apart by the three attacks simultaneously, could no longer be regrouped.

It's like a hole being smashed in the ice on a river; from that hole, the entire ice surface cracks into pieces, each drifting in a different direction.

Some tried to regroup, but the intervals between the dragon claws falling were too short, and they were overwhelmed by the next attack before they could even shout the command.

After being swept multiple times, the most densely populated area was no longer occupied by anyone.

Only a layer of sediment, slightly darker in color than the surrounding material, covers the rock surface.

Even from a distance of over a hundred miles, Nian Nian could see the battlefield in the distance thinning out at an extremely rapid pace.

The shadows that were once so dense, like a covering, are rapidly diminishing, and the ground is gradually revealing its original brown color.

Xiao Jin's diving speed never slowed down; he took away a group of people with each round, and the people in that direction were disappearing at a steady pace.

As Luo Nannan advanced from another direction, the scattered individuals along the path of the flames were covered and never stood up again.

As the battle progressed, more than half of the ancient remnants had lost their fighting ability.

Some fell and never got up again, while others were still trying to move away from the battlefield.

However, its speed was no longer comparable to what it had been at the beginning, and it was quickly overtaken.

With the final push of the Emperor's Shadow, the crack doubled in size, the ground began to sink completely, and rubble continued to roll down from the edges.

The group of cultivators who were closest to the front were swallowed by the crack and sank into the fissure below, never to reappear.

The last group of survivors appeared on the edge of the battlefield; they numbered less than a hundred.

Their robes were tattered, their movements were unsteady, and while they could still distinguish one another from another, their formation was no longer discernible.

They were moving with all their might toward a high ground to the west, without looking back.

They made no sound and did not try to regroup, but simply moved through the rubble as quickly as possible.

At the top of that high ground, a section of air was visibly distorting, as if something there was slowly tearing open a crack.

Niannian also saw the crack that was splitting open, but she wasn't quite sure what it was.

Turning to look at Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao also squinted and stared for a while:

"That place is twisted and deformed."

Niannian stared for a while longer, then confirmed, "It looks like they're drilling a hole!"

Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan were dealing with the battlefield remnants, and Luo Tian did not allow them to pursue.

After the group of people disappeared into the gap, the gap quickly closed.

Like a stitched-up wound, it closes in from the edges to the center, and in the blink of an eye, it's back to normal.

When the battle ended, almost no one was left standing on the battlefield.

Most of the ancient remnants' fighting force failed to leave this battlefield, leaving the ground covered with layers of traces.

Some traces still retain their original shapes, while others have become blurred into a mass.

A small number escaped in different directions. Xiao Jin and Luo Nannan cleared out several of them before giving up the chase.

Luo Tian stood in the center of the battlefield and withdrew the Emperor's Shadow. The golden pillar of light slowly faded and finally disappeared into the horizon.

Niannian stood still, gazing at the now quiet battlefield in the distance.

After watching for a while and confirming that nothing was moving anymore, he jumped off the rock and ran in that direction.

She ran across the turned-up ground; the soil beneath her feet was somewhat loose, and she felt a slight sinking sensation when she stepped on it.

She ran across the edges of the cooling cracks, where a dark light still flickered deep within.

Xiao Xiao ran after her, saying as she ran, "Niannian, slow down, there's still smoke ahead."

"The smoke isn't choking," Niannian replied without turning her head as she ran.

She ran up to Luo Tian and stopped, bending over and supporting herself on her knees to catch her breath before straightening up.

She glanced at the devastated battlefield, then at Luo Tian: "Dad, is it over?"

"Okay, it's over."

"Is there anything else you need to do?"

"That's all."

Niannian turned around and took two steps back, then stopped and turned her head to the side.

"I just saw that group of people crawl through a hole and run away."

"I know."

"Will they come back in the future? In a very distant future?"

"We'll talk about the future later."

Niannian tilted her head and thought for a moment, "Okay then, I won't think about that for now."