On the flying ship, according to custom, Zhan Xinghuo counted the number of people.
The three Level C teams all suffered casualties to varying degrees. To speak of Lu Yuanshan's team, three disciples from the Luoyun Sect perished.
The other two teams, one lost more than half.
The last team composed of loose cultivators had only two survivors, almost complete annihilation.
The atmosphere was somewhat heavy, and no one took the initiative to speak. Zhan Xinghuo glanced at everyone, seeing this situation, he only sighed quietly and shook his head.
Life and death crises, he had seen many over these days, and gradually became accustomed to them.
Some fellow cultivators, the last meeting was indeed the final one, forever staying on the battlefield.
As for the other six Level B teams, the casualties were within normal ranges, one dead and one injured, which is very low.
The flying ship broke through the air rapidly, flying back all the way to the Celestial Fire Palace.
