The sky was just beginning to lighten, the sun illuminating the gray-brown battlefield.
Only blood and flesh stained the ground, massive shattered bones protruding from the rocky terrain, creating a sense of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
But there weren't many actual bodies because the flesh mainly belonged to the retreating Dragon Level from Sea King Port.
The high-ranking officials retreated, and the lower-tier soldiers, seeing the Dragon Level fall, immediately lost morale and fled, only wishing they could run as fast as the Dragon Level.
Most simply didn't run at all and surrendered where they stood.
After the battle, Tiga took stock of the corps and found that his forces hadn't decreased but instead increased to sixty thousand.
"Is the Tiger Level of this era so worthless now?"
Tiga looked at the hills and fields full of people, thinking that in his day he had only a hundred Tiger Levels under his command, with the Wolf Level as the main force.
