The battle between the two sides lasted less than ten minutes.
Zong Shen suffered the greatest warrior casualties he had sustained since his arrival.
But that was only normal. There were simply too many opponents—several thousand lords along with the warriors they had brought, totaling a full four to five hundred thousand people.
Moreover, this portal enclosure was a newly established enclave, not the main territory.
Any defense had a saturation limit.
To put it bluntly, without powerful large-scale area attacks, even if Zong Shen had faced four or five hundred thousand fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered, it would still have taken him quite some time to kill them all, let alone several thousand lords with ulterior motives.
Furthermore, even if more than 95% of those hundreds of thousands of warriors were below third order, the remaining 5% would still amount to tens of thousands of mid- and high-tier warriors.
That was merely Zong Shen's conservative estimate based on a short period of observation. Judging from the intensity of their counterattack just now, the actual numbers should have been considerably higher than his estimate.
Therefore, trading the destruction of more than three hundred Defense Towers and over a thousand warriors for victory in this round was already an enormously profitable exchange for Zong Shen.
Thinking it over carefully, aside from his side's superior average individual strength, the greater reason he had won was that the opposing mass of people possessed numerical superiority yet fought independently. They could not coordinate as one or form an effective offensive.
No matter how overconfident Zong Shen was, he could still see the situation clearly enough.
Of course, if he had been determined to fight to the death, wiping out this group of lords would not have been a problem either, but that would