Ghost King Lie looked fiercely at Chu Jun in the battle formation and shouted unwillingly, "Retreat!"

The tens of thousands of ghost army immediately retreated like a tide. The Spirit Astral Heavy Cannon on the head of Heavenly Arch City fired again. However, it did not cause any accidental injuries this time. All of them landed in the retreating ghost army formation and instantly harvested the lives of many ghost soldiers.

The moment the ghost army retreated, the cultivators immediately felt relieved. Many of them had relied on a single breath to survive until now. As soon as their moods relaxed, they immediately fainted. Some of them directly sat down on the ground covered in corpses to catch their breath.

Troop carriers flew past Chu Jun and the others' heads one after another, chasing after the ghost army.

"Damn it, I'm only here now!" Someone viciously spat on the ground.

A troop carrier hovered above Heavenly Arch City. Following that, a brightly armored troop flew up from the ship and rushed towards Chu Jun and the others with large swords in hand. The formation was orderly and strict, and the large swords flickered with a piercing cold light under the sunlight.

The five thousand strong general was Chu Jun's old acquaintance. It was the bronze general Hou Jun, who had escorted Chu Jun to the eighteenth floor of Nether Island.

Hou Jun looked at the scene of the broken limbs and corpses on the ground. His expression gradually became solemn. The five thousand soldiers originally had arrogant expressions and their eyes revealed a faint look of disdain. However, when they flew over the battlefield, the arrogance on their faces gradually disappeared. There was deep shock in their eyes. From the remnants of the battlefield, one could see what kind of tragic war this place had gone through.

Hou Jun's expression was solemn as he landed on the ground and walked towards Chu Jun and the others. The five thousand soldiers behind him put away their magic treasures and walked to the ground.

"Who is your camp leader?" Hou Jun asked loudly in front of the thousands of miserable survivors.

The bloodsoaked crowd did not answer him, but their gazes coincidentally looked in the same direction. Hou Jun followed the crowd's gazes and his gaze instantly changed. He thought to himself, "So it's him … No wonder!"

Chu Jun ignored the gazes of the crowd and didn't even raise his head. He was using the remnants of the Cold Moon Divine Power to use the Minor Divine Injury Technique to heal the big hammer. All the surviving disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect gathered around, looking at the dying club with an inexplicable expression of grief and indignation.

This time, there were a total of two Nascent Souls, ten Golden Core disciples and a hundred Foundation Establishment disciples from the Heavenly Phoenix Sect. After this battle, less than fifty people survived and three Golden Core disciples died. The most useless thing was that two of the golden cores were actually killed by the Heavenly Bombardment Divine Lightning Cannon of Heavenly Arch City.

"Big fat cow, you must hold on, don't die!" Xiao Xiao's eyes were red as she stood at the side, crying.

Yuan Long, Huang Qi, and the others stood silently. Fan Jian knelt and squatted, his left hand tightly gripping onto a bloody palm of the club. The veins on his neck rose up, "Don't pretend to be dead for this daddy. If you want to hold on, you must hold on!"

Luo Heng stood expressionlessly with a ghost knife embedded on his shoulder. The ghost general slashed his shoulder before he died. Although he had exhausted all his strength, he still chopped into his shoulder blade.

Hou Jun walked to Chu Jun's side and stood still, but did not disturb him. Behind him, the five thousand regular soldiers looked at Chu Jun and the others with puzzled gazes. Obviously, they all thought that the dying fellow was the camp leader.

Chu Jun used up the last bit of the Moon Frost Divine Power in his body, and the holy light emitted by his palm gradually dimmed, until it disappeared. Fan Jian raised his bloodshot eyes and asked, "Boss, is there any hope for the club?"

"I still need to cast a few more spells. I will try my best to cure him!" Chu Jun said in a deep voice.

Hou Jun hurriedly said, "Chu Jun …!"

Chu Jun raised his head and looked at Hou Jun. Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he waved his hand and said, "I am not the Battalion Leader. Battalion Leader Qin Ming is over there!" After saying that, he stood up and took out a tent from the Divine Secrets Pavilion and opened it. He picked up the club and walked in. At the same time, he turned around and said, "Elder Yuan, Fan Jian, don't let anyone disturb our sect!"

"Yes, Sect Master!" Yuen Long said hurriedly.

Luo Heng and Xiaoxiao entered the tent and closed the tent. All the disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect immediately surrounded the tent, preventing anyone from approaching.

Hou Jun couldn't help but frown. He turned around and saw that his brows were furrowed even deeper. Not far away, an old Nascent Soul cultivator was treating a crippled person. The old man's leg had been broken at the knee. It was bloody and unbearable to see. This person was the Young Manor Master of the Great Ming Manor, Qin Ming. This unlucky fellow happened to be hit by a thunderbolt. Although there was a Nascent Soul guarding him, his leg was still broken. He immediately fainted from the pain and was still not awake.

As for the battalion leader of the Bian Yang Manor, Xiao Yang was even more unlucky. He had already fallen in the great battle. Hou Jun could not find the person in charge, so he could only order five thousand soldiers to clean up the battlefield and wait for Chu Jun to come out before making any plans.

Time slowly passed. All the disciples of the Heavenly Phoenix Sect circled around Chu Jun's tent and quietly sat down to rest and treat their injuries. The cultivators of the other sects did not leave either. They sat on the ground and waited.

Hou Jun looked at the tent strangely. The same was true for the five thousand soldiers, because they had already learned about the battle from individual cultivators.

More than 19,000!

Nearly 20,000 ghost races had perished in this war. There were 31 ghost generals and more than a hundred ghost captains among them. Furthermore, Chu Jun had defeated a ghost governor. This kind of battle achievement was undoubtedly quite brilliant. Even though human xiuzhe had paid a heavy price, such a battle achievement was something that even the regular army would be ashamed of.

This time, it was all because of Chu Jun. If Chu Jun hadn't taken the lead at the beginning, the twenty thousand plus people might have already fled. In the end, not to mention having such a glorious battle record, it would have been good to have survived once they succeeded.

Hou Jun finally understood why everyone's gazes would turn to Chu Jun when he asked who the camp leader was. Without any doubt, after this tragic battle, Chu Jun had already established a unique prestige in the hearts of everyone!

Rumble!

Dozens of troop carriers appeared to the east of Heavenly Arch City. Clearly, they had returned from pursuing the ghost army!

The Eldest Prince stood on the deck of the main ship with high spirits. He turned off the defensive array and enjoyed the strong wind. Indeed, there was nothing more exciting than winning.

Du Ru'nan led a hundred thousand troops behind the ghost army and drove nearly a thousand miles before returning. Although he had only killed a few thousand ghost soldiers, it was still a great victory, wasn't it?

"Congratulations, Eldest Prince, for your great victory. The Ghost Race escaped in the wind and successfully resolved the danger of Heavenly Arch City, as pointed out by Bing Feng!" An aide flattered him.

"That's right, these ghost armies aren't that big of a deal. The moment they saw the shadow of our army, they were scared out of their wits and ran away!"

"Isn't it our first prince's brilliance? Those ghost generals are scared when they hear our first prince's name!"

Du Ru'nan frowned and pretended to be angry, "This king hates people who flatter horses and slip their beards the most!"

Several aides immediately shut their mouths in embarrassment. They flattered the horse's legs and couldn't help but secretly regret it. However, they heard Du Ru'nan say, "The ghost army retreated because I, Sergeant Chongming, fought valiantly and didn't fear life or death!"

"Haha, what the First Prince said is correct. All of our soldiers are fighting for the lead. The First Prince is in charge and sweeps away the ghost army!"

Du Ru'nan glanced at the creature with approval. Then, he turned to look at the ship on the left. There was also a person standing on the deck of the ship. It was the seventh prince, Du Ruhui. He was the deputy commander of the army. The first prince, Du Ru'nan , was the commander-in-chief.

Each ship could carry five thousand people, so there were twenty ships left for the hundred thousand troops.

The Heavenly Arch City Protection Formation was closed, and City Lord Han Geng led dozens of trusted subordinates out of the city. Twenty troop carriers sailed into Heavenly Arch City.

"Han Geng greets the First Prince, the Seventh Prince!" Han Geng greeted Du Ru'nan and Du Ruhui who had come down from the ship and greeted them with a smile on his face.

Du Ru'nan waved his hand with a cheerful expression and said, "Lord City Lord, please don't bother!"

Du Ruhui only smiled and humbly followed beside his elder brother. He did not show the slightest bit of courtesy!

Han Geng is an old man. He doesn't dare to neglect Du Ruhui. He cups his hands and salutes Du Ruhui. He laughs and says, "This time, it's all thanks to the Chongming Army. I'm really grateful. I've already ordered someone to prepare a celebration wine. Please, two princes!"

Du Ru'nan hurriedly said, "Lord City Lord, don't be anxious. Go and summon the battalion masters of the Great Ming Manor and the Bian Yang Manor and the leaders of the various city gates. They have contributed a lot to defeating the demon army this time!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I was negligent!" Han Geng said with a smile. However, he was secretly beating drums in his heart. Thinking of Chu Jun's Dharma Form, his scalp went numb. He had gone too far. Perhaps everyone in the sect hated him to the extreme at this moment.

Very quickly, the bronze battle general Hou Jun arrived in a hurry. He walked over to Du Ru'nan and saluted, "This subordinate greets Marshal, Vice Marshal!"

Du Ru'nan said with an unhappy expression, "Why are you the only one?"

Hou Jun said with an awkward expression, "They … they won't come!"

Du Ru'nan 's expression couldn't help but change as he shouted, "Impudent! How dare they disobey the military order?"

However, Du Ruhui's spirits lifted. He chuckled and said, "Big brother, please calm down. There must be a reason why they didn't come. Hou Jun, why didn't they come?"

Hou Jun hurriedly said, "This time, the Ghost army of 50,000 invaded. Sky Phoenix Sect Master Chu Jun led all the cultivators to fight bravely, killing nearly 20,000 Ghost Race cultivators, dozens of Ghost Generals, over a hundred Ghost Lieutenants, and Chu Jun defeated a Ghost Governor!"

Hou Jun did not say the reason why they did not come. Instead, he first said his merits. Obviously, he had the intention to help them.

Once these numbers were released, everyone present was horrified. Du Ru'nan and Du Ruhui were both shocked. This was probably the biggest victory for a human cultivator since the invasion of the ghost race. Du Ru'nan 's heart skipped a beat. Although he wasn't directly involved in this battle, he was the commander-in-chief. In the end, all the credit must be on him. Once this great victory was spread back, his reputation wouldn't rise by leaps and bounds.

"Congratulations, Eldest Prince. Great victory! Great victory!" An aide said happily.

Instant flattery!

Du Ru'nan 's expression slowed down as he asked, "Then why aren't they here to pay their respects to this king?"