At the campsite...
The women of the Rong Mountain Clan were busy while their faces were filled with an unswerving look.
The last three arrows that had been shot by Great Gale Ling had killed three hundred and seventy seven warriors of the clan. Seven hundred and eighty five were wounded seriously and twelve hundred and fifty three clansmen had been wounded slightly. If it hadn't been for Yu Mu's poison that had consumed over ninety percent of Great Gale Ling's power, the count of deaths and wounded would be higher by at least a magnitude of ten.
To ordinary people, Senior Magi's powers were as terrifying as gods, devils, and fierce ghosts, completely overwhelming.
Warriors who had fallen on the battlefield were cleaned and laid on piles of firewood orderly. Elder Iron Mountain and a few elderly Maguspriests stood to the side, and began chanting a soul-comforting spell in very low voices.