Suddenly, he also noticed the faint golden light on the armors.
“Is this… a Formation?”
Qian Zhongxuan cursed inside, thinking: the iron armor was already tough enough, and now they’d actually reinforced it with a Formation inside? Have they no shame?
“Good one, Yu Changlin, I’ll remember this grudge!” Qian Zhongxuan spat with hatred.
But defeat had already set in, and Qian Zhongxuan, powerless to turn the tides, could only bitterly order, “Retreat!”
However, retreating was easier said than done.
The battlefield was spread out, with cultivators locked in chaotic combat.
When the Qian Family ordered a retreat, it was like a mountain collapsing; in an instant chaos reigned, with no clear direction.
The Qian Family cultivators, their fighting spirit shattered, scattered in panic, while the Monster Hunters pursued them from behind, keen to expand their victory.
By the time the Qian Family cultivators had successfully retreated to the foot of the peak to regroup, they had suffered heavy losses, with nearly half of the cultivators incapacitated.
Qian Zhongxuan’s heart bled.
Qian Zhuang’s heart ached as well, but not as much anymore.
Compared to Elder Qian’s failure, his own defeat was nothing but a setback, hardly worth mentioning.
With this thought, Qian Zhuang’s heart felt a tad lighter…
But he did not dare ruffle Qian Zhongxuan’s brow, only managed to say with a sorrowful expression and a hint of rage:
“This loss is devastating. The Monster Hunters have gone too far! Does the Elder have a strategy for us to take revenge and soothe our hatred?”
Qian Zhongxuan’s face twisted in agony before he said through gritted teeth:
“This vendetta must be avenged!”
“Even if it costs a fortune, I will make that old bastard Yu Changlin pay!”
Qian Zhuang’s heart skipped a beat; Elder Qian was indeed furious, he just wondered what means he still had at his disposal.
While Qian Zhongxuan’s heart bled, Elder Yu’s heart was blooming with joy.
This was a thrilling and complete victory!
Elder Yu allowed everyone a brief celebration, to eat meat and drink wine.
The meat was smoked jerked meat, also from the Wild Cattle Monster, prepared earlier by Liu Ruhua.
Due to the conflict with the Qian Family and the uncertainty of how long they would have to defend the spiritual mines, she had made a lot. But with so many Monster Hunters, each could only have a few pieces, just enough for a taste.
The wine consumption was also limited, with only two bowls per person.
Given the significant implications of the spiritual mines, no accidents could be afforded, not even on a day of victory, and vigilance could not be relaxed.
Other food items such as dry rations and wild fruits were not restricted.
The atmosphere in the mines thus became lively.
With everyone defending the spiritual mines, finding the time to extract Spirit Stones, fending off harassment from the Qian Family, and engaging in real battles, the mood was usually somber or tense. Finally, they could relax a bit and breathe easier.
Mo Hua was also wandering around, greeted warmly by the Monster Hunters wherever he went.
After all, without Mo Hua’s Golden Armor Formation, they would have suffered far more injuries and defending the mines would have been much harder.
Some Monster Hunters were even reluctant to consume their own share of meat and wine, offering it to Mo Hua instead.
Mo Hua declined them all, as everyone had worked hard for so long, and it wasn’t easy to have something good to eat.
Most importantly, he had plenty of delicious food in his Storage Bag, specially prepared by his mother, who was worried he might go hungry inside.
However, having been inside for quite some time, Mo Hua, who usually ate sparingly, was almost out of meat.
“I wonder how much longer we will need to defend these spiritual mines…” Mo Hua thought silently to himself.