The war had lasted three full days. The Rock Defense Line had long since existed in name only. More than seventy percent of the thirty-six Iron Wall fortress planets had been completely destroyed, while most of the rest were badly damaged and had lost their combat capability. The Alliance fleet had suffered losses exceeding sixty percent, and countless cultivators had fallen. The void itself had been stained a faint blood-red, permeated by an atmosphere of tragedy and carnage.
Yet the Destroyer Fleet had also paid a price far beyond expectations. The flagship that Li Wuyang had focused on had finally suffered a collapse of its core energy system from overload under the relentless barrage. Its massive hull broke in two and turned into stardust in a silent explosion. The other two flagships were also covered in damage. One of them had had its main cannon system severely crippled by Ling Xiao Sword Master's desperate strike, greatly reducing its combat power. More than a thousand warships of all kinds had been destroyed by tactics the Alliance soldiers had built with their lives.
It was a bitter victory, but the Alliance soldiers had already done everything they could. The surviving fleet and cultivators had been compressed around the last few ruined fortress planets, forming a final circular defensive formation. Everyone was wounded, their dao essence nearly exhausted, yet their gazes remained resolute as they gripped their weapons, prepared to face the final moment.
Li Wuyang was covered in blood, his face pale as paper. The continuous high-intensity fighting, especially his repeated use of the Nirvana Barrier-Breaking Arrow and his direct clashes with heavily armored assault ships, had nearly drained his origin. Even the glow of the Chaos Nirvana Domain had dimmed considerably, yet he still stood like a rock at the front