In the sky, Ye Zhen's expression was somewhat grim.
Half an hour—less than half an hour—and this somewhat dramatic battle had ended.
The ambushers' combat strength was far weaker than Ye Zhen had imagined.
After a single volley from the vanguard and Left Wing armies, the fighting spirit of this force of thirteen thousand had collapsed.
But not all of them.
Two elite squads, whose weakest members were Mystic Palace Realm martial artists, had charged into the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army at once, hacking left and right through its ranks. They threw Ye Zhen's formation into utter chaos and inflicted heavy casualties.
Moreover, these squads feared no death. Even after Ye Zhen captured their leader alive, they still feared no death!
In the end, Sun Ba and Zhu Hong, who had accompanied the army, had personally taken action. Only after utterly crushing those two elite squads and capturing some of their soldiers was it finally over.
"Liu Feng, these prisoners are yours. In half an hour, I want to know everything."
"Reorganize the army, then set up camp where we are. Afterward, convene a military council to review today's casualties, gains, and losses." This order was for Gu Tieqi.
Though these thirteen thousand ambushers had seemed unable to withstand a single blow, in the end they had still caused the North Sea Heavenly Wave Army more than eight hundred deaths.
The North Sea Heavenly Wave Army had not even reached the true Human-Demon Battlefield yet, and it had already lost eight hundred men. This pained Ye Zhen deeply.
Looking back at today's battle, they had fought well at the start. But when dealing with those two elite squads in the smaller engagements, the various units had become somewhat confused in both advance and retreat. As a result, Gu Tieqi's