“Huh? You wanna retreat? Do you really think I’ll let you?”
Hou Jingshu gave Lì Liàng a cold glare. The man looked raring and ready to continue their battle. He was grinning from ear to ear as he cracked his knuckles like he wanted to keep going. However…
“You’ve been so caught up in our fight that you haven’t noticed the state of your forces, have you?”
“Eh?”
It wasn’t until Hou Jingshu pointed it out that Lì Liàng finally took a look at the battlefield. Corpses littered the ground, blood had dyed the plains crimson, but there were far more injured than their were dead. Men and women lie on the ground, moaning in pain. A few were missing limbs. Most, however, seemed to simply be comatose from bloodloss.