Plus, nearly two hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Zhenyang Sect also perished.
Such a number of cultivators, even if only half of their storage bags could be collected, would accumulate to a considerable fortune.
A little while passed.
The entire battlefield began to bustle, as numerous cultivators moved about, searching for the belongings of the less fortunate.
To behave so brazenly, scouring so openly beneath the watchful eyes of Zhenyang Sect disciples, was a naked provocation for the cultivators from Qingshui Market.
But at this moment, Chen Jingtian and his group, along with those Foundation Establishment Cultivators, had all overexerted themselves, many bearing wounds.
Now, the freshly retreated disciples of Zhenyang Sect had all gathered atop the city walls, each one forcibly invigorating their spirit to watch the actions of the Golden Sword Sect Cultivators.