When the last half-saint puppet was finally worn down into a true pile of bones and dust, fewer than ten of the people still alive and standing on the battlefield remained, and every one of them was wounded and in ragged condition.
At that moment, many of them had practically collapsed straight to the ground as if all strength had left them. They did not even have the energy to lift a finger. They stared blankly at the sky, which had been torn to pieces by the tree canopy, their faces filled with exhaustion after the brutal battle and a fatigue that had sunk deep into their bones.
In order to resolve this final half-saint puppet, the price they had paid had been soaked in blood, almost a victory piled up with human lives.
Their original three teams had totaled more than fifty people, but now, less than thirty percent could still stand, and every one of them was injured. That price was so heavy it was suffocating.
As the final half-saint puppet turned into bone powder, on the other side, Lin Ming, Xiao Yan, Xue Ni, and the others, who had rested for a while, slowly opened their eyes one after another.
With the help of high-grade treasure pills and the breathing space from the battle, the battle qi they had expended had already recovered by seventy to eighty percent, and the injuries on their bodies had also been effectively controlled and eased.
Although they were still some distance from their peak state, their basic combat strength had already returned, and their auras had once again become deep and long.
Seeing that everyone had basically recovered, Xiao Yan's gaze almost immediately turned to the bodhi ancient tree standing silently in the distance. The heat in his eyes could no