Under the workings of the laws of the Hidden Star Chaos world,
not only were the Ghost Corpse Race unable to inflict any effective harm on them, they even had to do everything in their power to help them.
Was the collective fall of such a group of foreign immortal cultivators truly a good thing for them?
The more they thought about it, the less they knew the answer.
Yet the battle in the sky would not pause for even a moment because of their inner turmoil.
In no more than half an hour,
the terrifyingly numerous Ghost Corpse Slave Army had been completely slaughtered under the assistance of Seventh Ancestor Zhan Cai'er and Ximen Lingzhong, two existences whose cultivation and battle prowess could only be called monstrous.
Only after everyone had gathered before Qin Shaofeng and stood still
did he finally confirm the casualties from this battle.
Most of the eleven people he had brought bore injuries of varying severity, but none had lost any limbs.
Zhang Hong and the others had not been so fortunate.
Of the more than one hundred people he had brought, only seventy-two remained.
Setting aside the fact that everyone was injured,
nearly half had suffered either grave injuries or crippling disabilities.
One could imagine how miserable it was.
"You all did very well."
Qin Shaofeng looked at them and nodded lightly. "Zuo Long and those other two will each receive one Ghost Mark. You eight may each kill five Ghost Corpses. Zhang Hong, as well as those among you with outstanding Battle Merit, may each kill one Ghost Corpse Slave."
A brilliant gleam flashed in Zuo Long and the others' eyes.
They had followed Qin Shaofeng for quite some time and had all witnessed the terror of Ghost Marks up close.
Upon hearing