His arrogance was gone, his contempt vanished, and his confidence began to waver.
Seeing something once was worth a hundred warnings. A hundred admonitions could never leave as deep an impression as experiencing it firsthand.
You couldn't teach someone who didn't want to learn. One hard lesson was enough.
But the price was far too steep. Two consecutive waves of attacks had nearly wiped out half the Underground Race's forces.
The losses had far exceeded their expectations and their ability to bear them.
If they calculated the profit from the deal, then even after losing so many people, they could still make something once the transaction went smoothly and they'd paid their losses.
But the problem now had nothing to do with profit or loss. This battle had completely exceeded the Underground Race's understanding.
The Underground Race had been utterly stunned.
And yet the official forces' assault was clearly not over. After Dong Qing withdrew from the battle, the others stopped attacking individually and struck together.
He Jin's sinister threads, the Poisonous Insect Guardian's terrifying swarm, Han Jingjing's freezing chill, Lin Yifei's army of monsters...
Last time, even Baizhang had been forced onto the defensive and completely crushed. That would have been unimaginable in the past.
Although Han Jingjing and the others were weaker than the Underground Race's adventurers, there were over a hundred of them, and once they formed a defensive formation, they could at least defend themselves.
But the screams from the Surface World soon stopped.
They had never imagined that a single transaction in the Surface World would expose them to a crisis unlike anything they had ever encountered.
The Golden Fox Regiment and his men certainly wouldn't object to a battle where they outnumbered the enemy and held an overwhelming advantage. They weren't about to let