The Gold-Munching Mouse clan had finally returned, and what left Jiang Chen stunned was the fact that in less than a quarter-hour of fighting, the clan had suffered close to half its numbers in casualties.
It could be said that the Gold-Munching Mouse clan had been dealt a truly grievous blow in this battle.
Yet the Gold-Munching Mouse King wore an expression of sheer excitement. Clearly, the benefits this battle had brought him were plain for all to see.
The surviving members of the Gold-Munching Mouse clan would undoubtedly rise to an entirely new level.
As for the dead and wounded, given the Gold-Munching Mouse clan's reproductive abilities, it would only take a dozen or so years to make up the difference.
"Old Gold, your Gold-Munching Mouse clan played an absolutely instrumental role this time."
The Gold-Munching Mouse King let out a gleeful chuckle, his whiskers bristling upward. "Helping out Chen Shao is hardly something to boast about. Besides, our clan reaped enormous rewards from this battle too. Chen Shao, you have no idea — watching those demons get gnawed apart one by one by my descendants, my heart was bursting with delight."
The Demon Race was renowned throughout all the heavens. In the Gold-Munching Mouse clan's previous calculus, they were beings one simply could not afford to provoke.
But now, under the relentless onslaught of the Gold-Munching Mouse clan, the demons had suffered massive casualties of their own. The Monster Demon lineage had been devoured almost to the last by the Gold-Munching Mouse horde.
Even three Demon Race Patriarchs had been surrounded by the ceaseless tide of Gold-Munching Mice and devoured alive.
Of course, no small part of that success was owed to the Gold-Munching Mouse King's efforts. All three Divine Path Patriarchs had only been left to the clan after the King struck them down with his ambush.
But regardless of how you looked at it, the Gold-Munching Mouse clan had rendered extraordinary service in this battle, their meritorious exploits nothing short of spectacular.
The human cultivators gazing at the Gold-Munching Mouse King wore expressions of considerable complexity — gratitude mingled with a touch of barely concealed fear.
The Gold-Munching Mouse King savored those looks of wariness directed his way. For as long as anyone could remember, the Gold-Munching Mouse clan had been timid, too afraid to show their faces. Now, they had not only earned admiration — they had earned fear.
This was the beginning of the Gold-Munching Mouse clan's ascent to glory.
"Alright, after this battle, the Demon Race has suffered a severe blow to its vitality. They still possess considerable fighting strength, but with our relative positions shifting, the gap between us and the demons has narrowed once more. After this battle, so long as we don't go looking for trouble, I am fully confident that the demons are destined to fall!"
In this battle alone, at least seven or eight Demon Race Patriarchs had fallen once again.
Among them were three highly dangerous Patriarchs of the Blood Demon lineage, two Patriarchs of the Shadow Demon lineage, and three Patriarchs of the Demon Race who had been devoured by the Gold-Munching Mouse clan — including those from the Monster Demon lineage and the Wing Demon lineage.
Tallying it all up, the Demon Race's remaining Patriarchs were now few in number. At best, the estimate stood at around twenty.
Such numbers were no longer sufficient to pose a lethal threat to the Human Race.
At the very least, Jiang Chen felt certain that the Demon Race had been gravely weakened. If the demons had no fresh blood to replenish their ranks, then going forward, even if they could not be eradicated completely, the situation would at the very least stabilize into a stalemate.
Of course, Jiang Chen had no intention of settling for a stalemate. His goal was clear — the annihilation of the Demon Race.
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After this battle, the Demon Race's morale plummeted, and they withdrew several thousand miles in one fell swoop.
The greatest blow of this battle was not the defeat itself, but the devastating impact on morale — and the complete loss of authority by the Celestial Demon lineage.
If one were to identify which factions performed the most poorly in this battle, aside from the Monster Demon lineage that had been ambushed by the Gold-Munching Mouse horde, it would undoubtedly be the Celestial Demon lineage.