Qin Ye was dead.
The Prince of Apollo Palace, the fifth son of the Golden Bird Emperor, was completely killed by Chen Fan's slash; both his Divine Soul and body were destroyed. There wasn't a trace leftover of his soul to be reborn.
In space—
There were countless broken limbs and many shattered battleships, leaving the flags and damaged hulls floating in the air. Blood spouted out of the massive corpses from the Divine Beasts' descendants and the Monsters' battling beasts. They were at least a few hundred to a thousand feet long. The dead Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators couldn't even be counted precisely. There were as many as a few hundred thousand of them.
Their dead bodies were stacked like a mountain and some evil energy rose to the sky.
"Clang!"