A Brutal Battle

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At the center of Three-Hump Mountain, the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of charred flesh and blood. Stele Demon corpses carpeted the ground, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.

After the battle, the Orc warriors gathered together as the high priest treated them.

Golden light draped over the wounded like a thin veil. The wounds corroded by demonic energy slowly healed within the glow, shattered bones rejoined, and torn muscles regrew.

However, the warriors who had already died would never awaken again. Their bodies were gathered and placed into Space Equipment, to be brought back to their homeland after the Secret Realm expedition ended, so their remains could return to their roots.

Gu He reverted to his dragonman form and stood in the center of the battlefield, his expression terrifyingly grim.

In this battle, they had eliminated nearly a hundred thousand Stele Demons—three Eighth-Order Stele Demons, twelve Seventh-Order Stele Demons, and dozens of Sixth-Order Stele Demons—while only losing more than two thousand warriors.

Judging by the comparison of casualties, this had undoubtedly been a remarkable victory.

Yet Gu He felt no joy at all. Instead, he was filled with anger and heartache.

The opportunity within the Heaven Stele Secret Realm was extremely rare. Any warrior who endured until the end and bathed in the Heavenly Stele Light would undergo a qualitative leap in talent, Bloodline, Psionic Energy, and every other aspect.

For this reason, the Orcs had paid an enormous price to obtain a portion of the slots from the Human Empire. Every single slot was incomparably precious.

Thus, all the warriors who could participate were elites or geniuses selected from the major Orc tribes. Many were even the future Chieftains and hope of the next generation for certain