"Stop flattering me, Vice Dean Feng. I was truly on edge just now,"
Ling Xiao gave a wry smile.
He really had been gambling with his life.
Fortunately, he won the bet, and that was enough.
Timmerman Muto had left, and so had Jiumo Zhiyan.
The remaining remnants of the Black Crow Army, about three hundred thousand strong, had also fled.
Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Ling Xiao actually felt a tinge of regret. If he could have killed Muto or Jiumo Zhiyan, it would have been a perfect victory.
Alas, despite all the strategies he employed, the impact of powerful individuals was still too great.
"Qin Huo, give the order. Don't bother with the bodies outside, return to Northern Desert City immediately, and reconstruct the defensive fortifications. The enemy still has three hundred thousand troops; they might turn back and attack again,"
"Yes, sir!"
