After Chu Tinghan had made all the arrangements, she ordered the soldiers of the Black Tortoise Battalion to set up sentry posts and patrols around the island. The island temporarily became a stronghold for the Eastern Region martial artists.
The Eastern Region martial artists who had taken part in the battle just now were also searching for safe places on the island to recover their strength.
After the soldiers of the Black Tortoise Battalion made their rounds and compiled the figures, it was discovered that nearly two hundred and thirty-two Eastern Region martial artists had been lost in the battle just now. Only a little over thirty had survived.
This battle had been a crushing defeat for the Eastern Region martial artists.
After learning the figures, Lin Bai walked to a cliff on the eastern side of the island and sat down, his face filled with self-reproach and guilt.
But more than anything else, he felt helpless.
He carefully replayed the plans and actions of the past few days in his mind. He found that it had practically been a dead end. Even if time were reversed and he returned to two days ago, he still could not think of a better way to resolve it!
If he had not activated the formation and fought the Northern Region martial artists, the Eastern Region martial artists inside the island would have mutinied. They would have overthrown Lin Bai's rule and fought on their own.
If that had happened, the Eastern Region martial artists' cohesion would have collapsed. With all of them fighting separately, they would have been defeated one by one by the Northern Region martial artists.
If he activated the formation and fought the Northern Region martial artists, the outcome would inevitably be a crushing defeat.
No matter what he