It's quite difficult to kill these half-human, half-demon beast creatures with a single shot, unless you hit a vital spot.
The reduction of the 100,000-strong army was less than one-tenth, falling far short of the previous bloody battle in the forest near the Northern Coast.
However, warfare in ancient times was typically like this. Both sides were very disorganized, and basically, the outcome was determined once the opponent's morale was shattered.
Northern Coast, Demon King Army Camp.
Luo Yan sat cross-legged in the main tent, eyes closed in meditation, the soft orange glow from the fire basin reflecting on his serene face, resembling a finely carved marble statue.
At this moment, his consciousness was not lingering in this tent, but immersed in the deep, dark Sea of Consciousness, vast like the universe.
