Little Wave Island.
Inside one of the few halls still intact, Zhao Xinghe sat meditating with his eyes closed.
"Pfft!"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and color gradually returned to his deathly pale face!
Although he had broken through several years ago, he had been at a disadvantage in his battle with Daoist Liefeng. He knew his own limits. Although he had formed a Dao foundation, it was merely a seventh-grade Dao foundation, ranked among the lower grades. Judging by Daoist Liefeng's aura, he had only broken through a year or so ago, yet he had still forced Zhao Xinghe onto the defensive. He must have formed a middle-grade Dao foundation!
"A middle-grade Dao foundation!"
Zhao Xinghe sighed. Although it fell short of an upper-grade Dao foundation, it still offered some hope of breaking through to the Core Condensation Stage. With his seventh-grade Dao foundation, he feared he would only reach the late Dao Foundation Stage even if he cultivated until he died!
Tap, tap!
Footsteps approached!
"Patriarch, the casualties and losses have been tallied!"
His eyes bloodshot and their rims slightly red, Zhao Xingyang stepped forward and bowed respectfully as he spoke.
"Go on!"
"One hundred and eighty-four houses damaged, one hundred and twenty-three mortals dead, three hundred and forty-two injured, eighteen lineage cultivators killed in battle, and twelve injured. Fourteen mu of spirit fields were damaged, halving their yields; fourteen spirit trees were damaged, and eight spirit plants were lost. In addition, the formation consumed sixteen middle-grade spirit stones and over twelve hundred low-grade spirit stones!"
As he read out the list, Zhao Xingyang's voice grew increasingly choked. This was the worst blow the Zhao Family had suffered since he could remember!
On the dais, Zhao Xinghe clenched his fists as hot tears slowly trickled