When Yuan Lie returned from the battlefield, his armor was dripping with thick, pungent blood, and his body was covered in slash wounds; but not a trace of weakness or fatigue showed on him. On the contrary, he seemed more vivacious and fierce, like a young man.
The situation on the front line had already stabilized, and the Vanguard Army had been pulled back to resupply.
The support troops had taken over, continuing to push the front line deeper into enemy territory.
The Specter Tide had now been held off eighteen kilometers away.
The results of the battle were very significant.
"Kid, how many Specter Fiends did you kill today?"
"That wound looks inflamed, don't forget to remind the Priest to apply some anti-inflammatory medicine."
"And you, don't sleep here, you'll damn well catch a cold, get moving."
As he passed each soldier, the old man would pat their shoulders.
He would either mock or curse at them a few times.
