Lin Chen led all members of the Third Team back to the army camp behind the War God Mansion, and the moment they returned, they instantly attracted the attention of innumerable people within the camp.
"That must be a squad returning from combat duty, but why does it seem like they have so many people? They've hardly lost anyone, have they?"
"Not only have they not lost anyone, there are even very few injured among them!"
"What's going on?"
"Could the Demon Race be so weak that they were simply steamrolled to victory?"
"Weak? Did you see the teams that came down earlier? There were two teams that were almost decimated, perhaps this team simply had weaker opponents and got lucky."
"That must be it. Hey, they're really lucky, barely any casualties and they can rest now, waiting for the next round of battle!"
In the Second Corps' camp, Chen Quan, Li Ke, and others looked at the team in the sky and their expressions suddenly changed slightly.
Li Ke exclaimed, "Isn't that the kid?"
