Battle damage statistics are gradually compiled from each outpost.
Of the sixty-four outposts on the outskirts, thirty-nine were destroyed.
The number of soldiers killed in action was 3,172.
More than 1,800 people were seriously injured.
The moment the numbers come out.
The cheers in the communication channel gradually died down.
Silence spread.
Only the sound of heavy breathing was left.
More than three thousand lives.
Victory in exchange.
Lin Feng stood on the sea, looking at those numbers without saying a word.
He turned around and pushed his mental energy farther away from the sea.
Where Song Henian was hit by Nether Flood Dragon's energy group, the complete body could no longer be found.
But the residual breath is still there.
After the blood curse practitioner dies, the black blood remaining in the body will remain for a certain period of time.
Nether Flood Dragon lowered his head and swept across the red sea.
Make a groaning sound.
Confirm.
Song Henian's breath was completely cut off, and there was no remaining life signal.
Totally dead.
Lin Feng took a photo.
The unique patterns left on the sea surface by the blood curse technique are combined with the aura characteristics of Song Henian.
Sufficient to prove identity.
Edited two messages and sent them to Duan Hongyuan and National Defense Committee respectively.
"Song Henian, has been executed, with evidence."
After sending it, he put the communicator back into his pocket.
He raised his head and glanced at the eastern skyline.
The sea is so calm that it makes you sick.
--
Eastern Isle Offshore.
A hidden military port.
Fujiba Eiji's body fell from a high altitude.
Half of his body was burnt black, and only a few rags of his kimono were left hanging on his body.
The muscle tissue under the skin was burned by Dragon Breath, rolled up, and emitted white smoke.
The port guards rushed up and were stunned when they saw his appearance.
"Teng...Fujiba-sama?!"
This is the third stage of Martial Emperor.
Eastern Isle is ranked among the top ten.
Now he is lying on the ground like a dog, motionless.
Fujiba Eiji's lips moved.
Blood gushes from the corners of his mouth.
He only had time to say one sentence.
"The combat power far exceeded expectations... the attack failed."
Then his eyes rolled up and he fainted.
The guards were busy carrying people.
A young soldier asked in a low voice, "Where are Sanada-sama and Ito-sama?"
No one answered him.
Because the answer is written on the burnt half of Fujiba Eiji's body.
--
Eastern Isle Martial Arts Cabinet.
Emergency meeting room.
Twelve members of Martial Arts Cabinet were sitting on both sides of the long table.
The battle report is on the table.
Three Martial Emperor set off.
Sanada Shu, die.
Ito Kukai, die.
Fujiba Eiji, seriously injured and unconscious.
There were more than a hundred Martial Saint-level elites accompanying him, but less than ten came back.
There was dead silence in the conference room.
"Song Henian That waste!"
An old man slammed the table.
"He said Dragon Kingdom East Sea Defense Line is vulnerable! He said Lin Feng is just a Martial Saint!"
"Martial Emperor level Exotic Beast! He didn't mention a word about it!"
"Three Martial Emperors were sent and two couldn't come back. Where is his information? Where are his sworn guarantees?"
Another cabinet member sneered, "It's better to die. It will save you the effort to silence me when you come back."
No one speaks for Song Henian.
Dead people are not worth wasting your saliva on.
There was silence for a moment.
"The failure of this attack may cause big trouble in diplomacy."
The white-haired old man sitting in the main seat spoke with a hoarse voice.
He looked around at the people present.
"We are the active attacker. If Dragon Kingdom takes advantage of the situation and joins forces with other forces to put pressure on us..."
The words are not finished yet.
But everyone understood it.
This is Eastern Isle's heaviest loss in a century.
Not just in terms of combat power.
The hole in one's face is more difficult to mend than one's fighting strength.
--
Fujiba Eiji wakes up.
He was lying on the hospital bed, half of his body wrapped in gauze soaked in elixir.
People from Martial Arts Cabinet rushed to the ward as soon as possible.
"Lin Feng himself is indeed strong, but the real fatal thing is that Nether Flood Dragon."
Fujiba Eiji's voice was weak and he was panting every time he said a word.
"The state of its restoration is incomplete... the deed must have been established relatively recently."
He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood.
"Eight-Forked Dragon-Locking Array... Use that to seal it."
The cabinet members looked at each other.
Understand what the other person means.
--
Dragon Kingdom.
National Defense Committee Emergency video conference.
The screen was divided into more than a dozen screens, and the core generals of the four military regions were all online.
"I advocate organizing a counterattack immediately! While Eastern Isle's vitality is seriously injured, attack directly!"
Representatives of the hard-line faction pounded the table.
"No."
A middle-aged man wearing a civilian uniform shook his head.
"East Sea Defense Line has suffered heavy losses and now has no remaining strength to attack. We should first stabilize the defense line and apply pressure through diplomatic channels."
He paused.
"Lin Feng has killed two Eastern Isle Martial Emperor. Strategic deterrence has been achieved. There is no need to continue to expand the conflict."
"Eastern Isle can compensate, and the best solution is for both parties to take a step back."
The screen was silent for two seconds.
The screen of Lin Feng is connected to the conference.
He stood in front of the ruins of Post 12.
Behind him were the still-smoldering remains of the building, and at his feet were shell casings and rubble that had not had time to be cleaned.
The combat uniform on his body was still stained with dried blood.
There is no expression on the face.
"The lives of three thousand soldiers."
Lin Feng said.
"How many pieces of Spirit Stone are you going to let Eastern Isle pay?"
The civil servant opened his mouth.
Nothing can be said.
The screen of Duan Hongyuan lights up.
Bang!
He slapped his palm on the table, causing it to crack.
"Whoever dares to talk about negotiations again should first read the list of the East Sea dead from beginning to end!"
"Three thousand one hundred and seventy-two names! Recite them all without missing a beat! After you recite them, tell me, 'Everyone takes a step back'!"
The conference room was completely quiet.
Conservatives, no one says anything anymore.
Just then.
A soldier rushed in.
"Report! Eastern Isle issued a statement to the entire network!"
Screen switching.
Eastern Isle official live broadcast screen pops up.
A Eastern Isle spokesman wearing a white feather fabric stood in front of the camera with a calm tone.
"Dragon Kingdom Martial Artist Lin Feng, massacred hundreds of martial arts practitioners in our country for no reason. The methods were cruel and heinous."
"We express our strongest condemnation."
Screen switching.
In a cell surrounded by iron bars, five people wearing Dragon Kingdom military uniforms were kneeling on the ground.
His hands and feet were chained, and his face was wounded.
It's East Sea Defense Line's missing reconnaissance team.
The spokesman's voice continued.
"In order to urge Dragon Kingdom to hand over the murderer Lin Feng, we will publicly execute these five Dragon Kingdom soldiers in twelve hours."
The live broadcast screen was frozen on the faces of those five people.
There was an explosion in the conference room.
"Shameless!"
"They turned around and raked it over!"
Lin Feng stared at the five faces on the screen.
The youngest one looks to be less than twenty years old.
His hands slowly tightened.
The communicator pressed the reply button.
He only said one sentence.
"No need to wait twelve hours."
"I'm going to kill him right now!"