Atop the towering walls of Pingyi Military City, Ye Zhen watched the Devil Race army retreat like a receding tide. His gaze suddenly locked onto an exceptionally conspicuous Ironclad Demon amid the withdrawing army, its entire body gleaming with golden light.
Ye Zhen immediately understood. This should be Jin Zheng, the Twenty-First Grand Commander of the Army of the Devil Race.
Among the Ironclad Demons, only those whose cultivation had broken through to the Dao Realm and who possessed the royal bloodline of the Ironclad Demon race would have their scales turn golden.
At that moment, Jin Zheng's enormous eyes flashed with vicious light as he stared fixedly at Ye Zhen.
Suddenly, Jin Zheng bared an exceedingly savage expression at Ye Zhen, then made a throat-slitting gesture.
Ye Zhen sneered and raised his middle finger at Jin Zheng.
As the four gazes from the two pairs of eyes collided with a bang, the Devil Race army swiftly retreated into the distance and began clearing the battlefield.
The clatter of armor rang out as Gu Tieqi appeared behind Ye Zhen to report the battle results. "Marshal, in this battle, we annihilated more than eighty thousand Devil Race troops and inflicted over a hundred thousand casualties, both serious and light. Among them, we killed more than three hundred World King Realm experts and five Dao Realm experts, and directly eliminated Bai Luo, marshal of the Devil Race Vanguard Legion!"
Gu Tieqi was somewhat excited as he gave the report. This had undoubtedly been a great victory, yet Ye Zhen's next words poured a bucket of cold water over his head.
"What about our side? How many casualties did the Zhenhai Army suffer?"
"Reporting to Marshal, the Zhenhai Army lost one thousand and twenty-seven soldiers killed in battle, eighteen thousand seriously wounded, and