After an unknown amount of time, Ying Guang woke up. At this time, the intense pain in his brain had disappeared. He had completely calmed down.
Furthermore, there was one more person in the hall. He was the stupa mountain sect master Ren.
The entire Hall was deathly silent. If the previous losses had only been minor injuries, this one was truly fatal. For more than 20 years, Ying Guang and stupa mountain had jointly trained no more than 7000 special Warriors. Now, more than half of them had been lost.
The hell Legion had no more than three hundred thousand soldiers in total, and after several losses, there were less than a hundred thousand left. As for the snow Eagle Army, they had already lost sixty to seventy percent of their forces, and the ancient vultures had lost more than half of their forces.
More than half of the wealth they had accumulated over the past 30 years, especially after developing the ancient giant ruins in the southern sea, had now gone to waste.
