The great battle ended, and the Demon Race withdrew completely.
"We won! We won!"
"You little bastards, don't run! I haven't had my fill yet!"
"Lin Ke is mighty! Senior Brother, you're my idol!"
Cheers rose one after another, many of them praising Lin Ke's performance.
After this battle, Lin Ke could be said to have firmly established his prestige among his fellow disciples.
It was not only because of his formidable combat strength, but also because of his fearless momentum, charging forward without hesitation.
The disciples who fought alongside him were all deeply impressed.
"Third Reinforcement Army, assemble!"
As the Demon Race retreated, Butterfly Transformation True Person reorganized the army and began assessing the casualties.
Throughout this process, disciples kept casting admiring glances at Lin Ke.
Some cupped their fists in salute, while others came forward to thank him directly, their eyes and words filled with gratitude.
This attack had come far too suddenly.
The Third Reinforcement Army had come under attack from the Demon Race almost the instant they arrived through the teleportation array.
Although the Third Reinforcement Army numbered ten thousand, many of its disciples were entering the battlefield for the first time and had little experience.
When the attack struck, they immediately fell into disarray.
Had Lin Ke not swept through so many of the Demon Race single-handedly, setting an example for them, many would probably have died in the battle just now.
Their gratitude toward Lin Ke now was therefore genuine and heartfelt.
Lin Ke smiled and returned their greetings.
After a short wait, the tally was completed.
After checking and counting, they determined that this surprise attack had left 1,496 soldiers wounded and 279 dead.
Altogether, the casualty rate was nearly twenty percent!
It was no small proportion.
Perhaps it was because these disciples