Temporary camp.
"Camp Master."
The three, Lei Ba, approached Li Feng, who was sitting cross-legged. Li Feng opened his eyes and looked at them: "How many casualties?"
"One hundred thirty-two killed in action, the rest are all injured."
Lei Ba's voice was somewhat somber. Although their lives were not valued, even if they stayed in the Duel Arena, they would eventually die. At that time, Lei Ba might not even feel sorrow because it was their fate.
However, now these people were their comrades in arms.
Li Feng stood up directly, walked to the tent entrance without speaking. At this moment, the bodies of the fallen soldiers were laid out in the open space, but the corpses lying there were far less than the number mentioned earlier, because some had resolutely self-destructed while defending against the Ten Demon Hall, leaving no remains.
Li Feng's gaze swept over the silent Personal Guard Camp.
