The mountain pass fell silent once more. Everyone stared blankly at the outcome of the battle before them.
"In... in less than an incense stick of time, we've completely wiped out forty-three Wolf Demons! And... our army didn't suffer a single casualty!" Wang Erma stammered.
No one answered him. Everyone had eyes, and the results of the battle were plain for all to see.
SWISH!
The next moment, every single gaze fixed squarely upon Zeng Anmin. In the past, whenever they encountered the Demon Race in such treacherous mountain passes, even the best-equipped human squads would have to pay a steep and tragic price. But today... everyone felt as if they were living in a dream.
"Move out!" Zeng Anmin said expressionlessly, waving his hand to continue marching down the mountain. As he walked, he ordered, "Those few wolf howls from the battle just now have definitely attracted the attention of the other Demon Race forces.
