With true experts holding the field and one side enjoying an overwhelming advantage, the fierce battle did not last long.
The Mystic Continent forces did not slaughter the Winnowing Basket Continent forces to the last man. Some tore off their outer robes to show they carried no insect core crystals and met little resistance as they fled. Others followed their example, and several hundred ultimately escaped.
After the bloody battlefield was cleared, a heap of bulging black cloth bags was recovered from various people and locations. This coalition from Winnowing Basket Continent had not pooled its insect core crystals; evidently, each group had kept its own.
Standing before the pile of counted insect core crystals, Li Shanshan thrust an arm into the air and shouted, "Ten thousand seven hundred and fifty-three!"
Over ten thousand insect core crystals from a single battle! Cheers erupted throughout the Mystic Continent ranks.
In the projected images, the cheering Mystic Continent forces and heaps of insect core crystals left many spectators envious or sighing.
Mystic Continent Regional Lord Chi Rang beamed.
The other Regional Lords wore complicated expressions. The Ji Continent Regional Lord rose, kicked his chair over, and swept away with a flick of his sleeves.
Young Master Nan slumped in his chair as though he had suffered a grave illness, muttering something no one could make out.
The forces in the projection did not stop. Like Wang Sheng's group, they swiftly moved on to launch further raids.
Their second target numbered only a few hundred, and the Mystic Continent forces crushed them in one overwhelming sweep.
Yet the haul of insect core crystals made Mulan Qingqing's heart sink: only a little over two thousand.
During the successive raids that followed, they believed they had chosen rich targets, yet each victory yielded only one