After taking stock of the losses, the total number of casualties came to 143: 81 wounded and 42 dead, nearly a tenth of their entire force.
The losses were enormous, yet Li Mu breathed a sigh of relief. Though the casualties were severe, the Mount Hua disciples traveling with him had all survived.
Reality had once again proven the importance of bringing cannon fodder. If not for those cannon fodder taking the blades for them, the Mount Hua Sect would likely have had to pay with several lives in this attack.
The losses were heavy, but their battle results were also brilliant. Judging from the number of corpses on the ground, the Demonic Cult had lost no fewer than five hundred men, including four protectors.
However, nearly half of those achievements had been contributed by Feng Qingyang and Li Mu alone. One had to admit that the killing power of top experts was truly astonishing.
Of course, the main reason was that most of those involved in the ambush were a mob. If they had been replaced with the Demonic Cult's elites, it definitely would not have been so easy.
Li Mu felt this deeply. The Demonic Cult fiends before him were simply incomparable to those who had attacked Mount Hua that day.
If all the Demonic Cult members were this sort of trash, they would probably have been erased from the martial world long ago.
Looking at the several family heads who were on the verge of tears, Li Mu did not know how to comfort them for a moment. Family inheritance was tied by blood, and its cohesion went even a step further than that of a sect.
The ones who had died were all their own relatives, so grief and sorrow were inevitable. But if one wanted