"Quickly, clear the battlefield! Don't leave a single scrap of resources behind. Our brothers paid for all of this with their blood!"
Shui Yihong was like an ant on a hot pan, frantically bustling about and directing everyone as they cleared the battlefield. These spoils had been won at the risk of their lives. How could they leave them lying here?
The various factions worked feverishly, like ants moving their nests. The other factions watching from the outskirts itched to join in, but none dared snatch food from a tiger's jaws.
After all, these people had earned it through their own strength, and their reinforcements were still watching like hungry tigers. Only someone tired of living would try.
"Move faster! Separate the enemy's bodies from ours. Keep our fallen as intact as possible and bring them home."
Shui Yihong's voice rang out like a great bell again and again. At that moment, no one on the battlefield was busier than he was.
Meanwhile, Long Ji, Jiao Qing, and the others remained seated where they were, tending to their injuries. They had been gravely wounded in this battle, but with enemies still to kill earlier, they had forced themselves to keep going.
Now that the enemies had fled, they relaxed, only to find their entire bodies wracked with unbearable pain, as though tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at them.
Lin Qinqin, Shui Ying'er, and the other women were also severely injured and urgently needed peace and quiet to heal.
Perhaps Youmeng was the only one there with relatively light injuries. She had fluttered through the battlefield like a graceful butterfly, and the enemies had barely managed to hurt her.
Before long, Shen Rong came over to report the casualties. Their losses in this battle had been devastating: several