Thus, the Great Sages landed before the Wildling hall, keeping watch as they chatted.
The Half-Sages had gone through a grueling battle. Some lay on the ground snoring away, some sat together talking, and some ate and drank.
Only the tenth squad followed the previous plan, gathering the Wildling captives in the open space and guarding them.
All the Wildling Sainthood experts had been slain. The remaining Wildlings huddled together like beasts, panicked and at a loss over what to do.
Seeing that these Wildlings posed no danger, the members of the tenth squad also began to slack off.
Fang Yun floated in midair, sweeping his gaze over the entire tribe. His expression grew uglier and uglier.
After a long while, Fang Yun sneered. "What you've done makes you no different from another pack of Wildlings! You've thrown away all the Emperor Race's dignity!"
The Saints looked at Fang Yun in surprise. The Great Sages did not know whether Fang Yun was referring to them, and every one of them darkened their faces.
Then Fang Yun began berating them without mercy.
"Your comrades are wounded, yet you don't treat them or send them somewhere safe!"
"The Great Sages did sweep the tribe with Sacred Sense, but why didn't the Half-Sages inspect every corpse?"
"Those stone houses are still standing. Who can guarantee that no threats are hidden inside them?"
"Since the Eight-Legged Tiger Bull came here, why didn't you consider whether other Eight-Legged Tiger Bulls might also be on their way? Why didn't you patrol and scout the surrounding area?"
"Most of you still have strength to spare. Rather than sit there, why didn't you inventory the spoils?"
"And last, most importantly, why didn't you conduct a post-battle review? Is the Emperor Race nothing but a pack of idiots who