The Storm Was Not Yet Settled, but They Wanted to Press Their Victory

The battle was over. The good news was that there had been zero casualties.

There was bad news too: the talents and skills of the soldiers under Xiong Zhigang had all suffered slight damage.

Though they had the Cat Goddess's divine protection, after dying too many times, no matter how miraculous that divine power was, it could not erase everything completely.

And that was only thanks to the divine power. Otherwise, judging by the number of times they had died, it would not have been their talents and skills that were damaged, but their souls.

In milder cases, they might suffer memory loss or changes in personality. In severe cases, they could become dull-witted and vacant, or even turn into vegetables.

As for now, they only needed to recuperate after returning, and they would recover. This was already the best possible outcome.

More than half of Shenhua Capital had been reduced to ruins.

The defensive line had indeed held, but not every attack could be blocked.

As long as even a little slipped through, it would be a catastrophe that blotted out the sky and covered the earth for Shenhua Capital.

The two remaining experts in Shenhua Capital had done their duty and died on the battlefield.

Their contribution had just been a little low. They had only blocked two moves.

Fine, in truth, they had died before even catching a single move.

"Damn, this match was seriously high-end. It nearly burned my brain to ashes." With no concern for appearances, Li Qingying plopped down on the ground the moment she returned.

Yang Qianyuan and Xiong Zhigang also closed their eyes to rest. They had overworked their brains as well.

Even the Cat Goddess stood off to the side with her hands tucked away. Her pressure had been the smallest,