"This deal was a bit of a loss." Zheng Yi felt a pang of heartache.
The fallen were mostly young people with decent potential.
Such young men, if they could grow, wouldn't take long to become outstanding talents.
Despite the melancholy, Zheng Yi didn't feel too sorrowful over this.
This is war, where no one can always strategize flawlessly. Hurting the enemy a thousand times while losing eight hundred is the norm.
Wanting not to pay any price, thinking a few tricks would lead the enemy around by the nose, is the most naive thought.
In this ambush, Zheng Yi deliberately didn't bring anyone from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, as he didn't want Zhou Kunshan, who would soon become a mountain bandit, to be associated with Zhou Fan.
Otherwise, this battle would not have been so difficult.
Zheng Yi's strength still hadn't recovered, but with the use of the Power of Faith, his cultivation now was close to the Golden Core Peak.
