After passing through the Holy Dragon City Army's defensive position, a pungent smell of smoke, blood, and internal organs immediately assaulted his nose.
The smell was nauseating. If one could not control the feeling of disgust, they would definitely vomit the dinner they had last night.
The cultivators of the Holy Dragon City were already used to this. In such an environment, they did not show any unusual behavior.
The battle was coming to an end. The monsters that were attracted by the blood had already fled with their tails between their legs, leaving behind a dense pile of corpses.
Among the countless trees that had been violently broken, the corpses of various monsters were scattered everywhere. Those that were not dead were wailing continuously, no longer in their previous ferocious state.