Thud!
Another cultivator's skull was pierced by a sword and fell to the ground.
The battlefield had calmed down. No one was left alive.
Tang Hao heaved a heavy sigh of relief. His entire body went limp, and he almost fell down.
At that moment, his qi reserves were empty. There was not a single bit of qi left.
He did not have the strength to chase a few cultivators who managed to run away.
All the important people had died, and the remaining ones would not pose a threat.
He walked over, picked up the brick, and walked to the edge of the formation. After taking a closer look, he frowned.
Many of the jade swords had cracks on them. They no longer could be used.
The array required more than three hundred jade swords, and he did not have that much high-quality spirit jade. He had no choice but to use inferior jade to craft the swords, and they became useless after one use.