The yin wind dissipated, but the sky over the Black Marsh remained gloomy.
The ghost tide had just receded, and the White Paper Immortal City no longer retained its initial splendor. The city walls were mottled, the once pristine surface now either cracked or riddled with potholes.
Tie Guzheng struggled to hide his exhaustion, yet he gritted his teeth, dragging his injured body as he commanded his subordinates to first repair fortifications and then clean up the battlefield.
Not only the city walls were damaged, but many buildings near the walls were also destroyed.
The grand offensive brought by the ghost tide had already threatened the city. The ruins were filled with the smell of burnt paper, the metallic scent of iron from cultivators' blood poured on the ground, and the breath of death pervaded among the corpses.
Many infirmaries were set up in White Paper Immortal City.
Each one was overcrowded.
