After the challenge ended and they left the virtual space, Breaking Waves Riding Wind impatiently looked at Yan Hua Yi Leng. She asked, "Yan Hua, how are things going on Uncle Feng Xing's side?"
Yan Hua Yi Leng remained silent, seemingly lost in thought. San Mei Shi answered for her, "More than half of the aerial forces were lost. After taking our advice, the ground players opened a Level 100 instance and hid inside. However, Uncle Feng Xing and the others have successfully broken out, and those who made it out were all elites. Quite a few of them had Ancient God Grade flight mounts, so the team's most elite combat strength has not suffered too badly."
Although she said the losses were not severe, San Mei Shi's tone was rather grave.
"Why were so many people lost?!" Breaking Waves Riding Wind angrily demanded. "What the hell were Dongfang Shitian, Dongfang Xiaotian, and the others doing? Their equipment and mounts were better, yet they still let our people suffer such heavy losses!"
"There was no helping it. The enemy had too many people, and they also had quite a few aerial cavalry. With Tokyo Myth and his group causing trouble as well, it was already an excellent result that most of the elites managed to break out." God of Wine Dukang said solemnly, "I watched every move Dongfang and the others made during their breakout. They led from the front and carried out the plan without hesitation. Even when Tokyo Myth led an elite team to block them, they did not pause in the slightest. They did very well."
"That's right. Most importantly, quite a few of our people were flying with flight skills, and many of their mounts were quasi-God Grade flood dragons. Quite a few of the enemy's