Atop Cang Mountain, dawn had broken.
The Northern Expedition Army had finished counting the corpses and captured some remaining members of the Profound Celestial Sect who were hiding in the mountains and hadn't managed to escape.
These people were pale and trembling in fear, voluntarily confessing before the Northern Expedition Army could even start questioning them.
Uncle Wang nodded after hearing the assistant general's report.
The mountain ridge looked like a ghastly field of bodies, but in reality, only over a thousand of the Profound Celestial Army were killed by Chen Tang and his companion.
Half of the Profound Celestial Army had managed to flee.
This wasn't hard to understand.
After all, Chen Tang's side only had two people, unable to split themselves into more.
According to the Profound Celestial Army members who were lucky to survive, at first, under the mystic masters' persuasion, everyone charged forward bravely without fearing death.
