The night sky gradually dissipated, revealing its original dimness.

On the devastated land, countless figures in white were carrying stretchers and moving quickly in and out of Chennan Pass.

Although the medical force at Chennan Pass is sufficient, it is still insufficient in the face of such large-scale war casualties. Transport planes carrying a large number of medical personnel and equipment from other war passes are slowly landing inside the pass, and some night watchmen who are not seriously injured are supporting each other and returning to Chennan Pass.

"Sister Hongying, are you okay?"

After Lin Qiye cleaned up the battlefield, he quickly walked over to Hongying and the others.

"I'm fine...but Wen Qimo's mental power has suffered too severe a backlash and he has lost consciousness." Hongying shook her head bitterly, carrying the unconscious Wen Qimo on her back.

Lin Qiye's spiritual power swept over Wen Qimo's body. After confirming that his life was not in danger, he breathed a sigh of relief, carried him from Hongying's back, and said seriously:

"There should be someone in the logistics department who can treat this situation. I'll take him there later...Molly, are you okay?"

Lin Qiye turned around and looked at Molly who was walking side by side with Hongying.

Molly was slightly startled, then shook her head and said, "I only suffered superficial injuries, it's not a big deal."

Molly glanced around, as if looking for something. She looked at Lin Qiye, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Then I'll send Qi Mo to heal his wounds first, and we'll see you inside the pass later." Lin Qiye nodded, and with Wen Qi Mo on his back he turned into a streak of light and quickly disappeared behind the outer wall of Chennan Pass.

Lin Qiye sent Wen Qimo to the treatment room. As soon as he walked out, he saw a familiar figure standing on the outer wall, seemingly looking at something in the distance.

"Chubby, what are you looking at here?"

Lin Qiye walked up to him and followed his gaze with a strange expression.

"No... I didn't see anything." Baili Pangpang turned his head to the side. After a pause, he couldn't help but ask, "Is her injury serious?"

Baili Pangpang did not specify who the "she" here was, but Lin Qiye knew it well.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Lin Qiye looked at him suspiciously, "If you're so worried, why don't you go and see it yourself? It's not the time to be in Guangzhou and Shenzhen anymore. You've become Fatty Baili of the Nightfall team, with almost no rivals below the God Realm. The scars on your face have also been completely healed by Brother Gun's medicinal bath on the island... What are you still afraid of?"

Lin Qiye clearly remembered that after solving the Bell Cland incident, Baili Pangpang took the initiative to invite Molly to meet in Guangzhou-Shenzhen City. However, the incident with the Baili family later not only almost cost him his life, but also disfigured him, causing Baili Pangpang to ultimately not muster up the courage to meet Molly.

So many years have passed, and now Baili Pangpang has reached the peak of "Klein". The scars on his face have healed. From any angle, he is qualified to stand by Molly's side.

"You...changed your mind?" Lin Qiye asked with a strange expression.

"No." Baili Pangpang immediately shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye stopped asking questions and just reminded,

"You two still have to solve your own problems... But I think that since you started it, you have to give her and your former selves an answer anyway."

Baili Pangpang stood there, silent.

While the two were talking, An Qing, Yu Jiang'er, and Cao Yuan also arrived one after another. None of them had any injuries, but they were physically and mentally exhausted after a great battle.

"Qiye, something is wrong." An Qingyu pushed his glasses and spoke seriously.

"What's wrong?"

“Look over there.” An Qingyu pointed to the sky. Shadows of the Great Xia gods flew through the air, as if they were on guard against something. “We clearly won, but the Great Xia gods didn’t seem to stop. Instead, they split into two groups. One group is resting in the sky above Chennan Pass, and the other group is always wandering around the Great Xia border…”

Seeing this, Lin Qiye frowned slightly.

In the recent war between gods, the gods of India have been beaten to pieces. Not only has the origin of the kingdom of gods been destroyed, but nearly 80% of the gods have been killed on the battlefield. Even if there are some remaining defeated soldiers who escaped back into the fog, it should not be necessary for the Great Xia God to mobilize such a large army... Is this war not over yet?

"Let's go ask." Lin Qiye saw Zuo Qing walking out of the medical room with bandages all over his body, and quickly walked towards him.

…

"...According to statistics, in this battle at Chennan Pass, 82 Night Watchmen died and 19 were seriously injured and disabled. These people will basically not be able to continue the Night Watch operations in the future... Currently, there are probably less than 20 people alive and capable of fighting. The casualties of the military and ordinary people are still being counted, but it should be better relatively."

A night watchman pushed Zuo Qing, who was wrapped in bandages, out of the medical room in a wheelchair, reporting the casualty statistics as he walked.

When Zuo Qing heard this data, his body trembled slightly.

He was silent for a moment, "What about the Great Xia God?"

“The casualties among the gods of Daxia were also very heavy. The Star Lord just sent news that five of the Twelve Golden Immortals have been killed in battle, three have been seriously injured and have lost their ability to fight, and the death rate of other gods has also accounted for 30%… Although the last desperate counterattack almost wiped out all the gods of India, it also had a huge backlash on Daxia.

Currently, the combat power that the gods of Daxia can mobilize is less than half of what it originally was."

Zuo Qing closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"The war isn't over yet, so we can't hold a grand funeral for the Night's Watchmen who died in the battle... Let's send their bodies back to their respective garrisons, carve tombstones and bury them properly. When everything is settled, we can posthumously confer honors on them."

"yes."

As the two were talking, several figures wearing crimson cloaks approached them.

"Commander Zuo." Lin Qiye looked at the bandages all over Zuo Qing's body and asked, "Your injury..."

"Don't worry, you're not going to die." Zuo Qing forced a bitter smile, "What can I do for you?"

"Is this war...really over?"

Zuo Qing seemed to see the worry in Lin Qiye's eyes, sighed lightly, shook his head and said:

“I don’t know about this either.”

Lin Qiye was slightly stunned.

"Before you came, a group of people who called themselves Hidden Gods came to Daxia on the orders of Si Xiaonan to give a warning." Zuo Qing paused for a moment, "They said that Olympus seemed to have been making some kind of preparations. Now Daxia and the Temple of the Gods are both suffering. If I were them, I would never let go of this opportunity..."

"Olympus?" Everyone's expressions became serious when they heard the name.