Of the 540,000-strong army, more than 500,000 survived by the end of the battle. The Iron Blood Brotherhood's warriors had suffered almost no losses, but the warriors of the other six races had taken heavy casualties.
However, Algayer, Boskater, and the others all approved of Lu Yang sparing the undead Lower God and allowing him to join their camp. They were even delighted, because the human allied forces were far too weak. If true gods descended, they would be unable to fight them. Having one more god, even if he was only a soul, meant they could cultivate more undead-type powerhouses, which would greatly benefit their races.
Zhou Tianming had initially worried that Algayer and the others would think of their fallen comrades whenever they saw him. Unexpectedly, he had become the most welcome among them.
"Brother, be sure to speak with the Lower God and have him help our Elf Race cultivate a few powerhouses as well."
"And our Ogre Race."
"And our Hasta Race."
The five most populous races all stepped forward to make their requests, making Zhou Tianming laugh. "Of course, of course."
Dirty Wine, Bai Shi, and the others stood in the distance, all breathing sighs of relief. Dirty Wine said, "Let's hunt in the surrounding area. There are too many people, and food is getting scarce."
"Mm, I'll organize whoever can still move," Bai Shi said.
After their inspections, they found that their own brothers had not suffered serious mental trauma. Most of them still retained their combat strength.
The allied forces were currently all within the primeval forests near Heilongjiang Province. Baishan City, the nearest city, was still several days away. Though their supplies could last for two weeks, Dirty Wine feared unexpected complications. So, after returning to the troops, several of them