All the Beastman War Elephants had escaped, and the elites of the Beastman Race had vanished along with them. The bodies left strewn across the ground belonged mostly to Beastmen of average strength.
Li Wutong sat atop a jet-black warhorse, his expression hidden behind a helmet and mask. He knew he had lost this battle. And lost it miserably.
It might have seemed like the Beastmen had left over two thousand corpses behind, but Li Wutong, who had a deep understanding of their ways, knew the truth. The Beastman Race was using this method to relieve the pressure on their tribes.
'Keep only the elites, and cull the less powerful warriors through attrition! The Beastman Race has played their hand beautifully!' he thought. 'That mysterious and powerful High Priest of theirs must be an incredibly intelligent woman!'
Yes, Li Wutong knew of this woman. However, he refused to believe she was human.
He had never once thought so.
