Xuanyuan looked at his somewhat dispirited brother.
He patted his shoulder. "There's no need to look like that. The Devil Race may be powerful, but they still crumbled before our blades."
"So don't belittle yourself. The strength of the Human Race is plain for all to see. And as far as I know, this Devil Race Vanguard Camp ranks among their finest elites. Fighting them to a standstill was already quite an achievement. Now we've routed them in a single strike. You could say we've grown much stronger."
"Besides, you wouldn't want a bunch of opponents you could cut down as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, would you? How dull would that be, Huang Ji?"
Huang Ji rallied his spirits, his furrowed brow easing. He nodded gently. "You're right, big brother. Opponents like these are worthy of the name. If we could defeat them easily, how dull would that be!"
Just then, a guard arrived to report. "Report! News of victory! Our army has completely routed the Devil Race Vanguard Camp. The Devil Race suffered devastating losses in this battle, while ours were light. The exact casualties are still being tallied."
Xuanyuan nodded. "Good. No need to clear the battlefield. Assemble the Battle Soul Corps immediately. We'll ride this momentum and rout the Devil Race in the other two camps as well."
Huang Ji frowned slightly. "Big brother, our warriors have just fought a battle. Won't they be a little tired?"
Xuanyuan waved a hand. "A battle like that was child's play. As the saying goes, press on with courage to pursue a beaten foe. If we don't seize this momentum to uproot these devils, how can we show our army's strength?"
"This Vanguard Camp crumbled at the first blow. It didn't quite live up to its name. But