Ten days.
A full ten days.
Lu Yang led the Iron Blood Brotherhood's warriors in pursuit for over a thousand kilometers, killing 41,000 Void Phantom Clan lords and king-tier experts and capturing more than 9,000.
When the Iron Blood Brotherhood's forces returned to East Sea New City, the streets were empty as everyone came out to celebrate the victory. But Lu Yang only showed his face before returning to the old district of the Underground City.
Unlike the jubilant new city, nearly every household in the old district wore mourning clothes. The Iron Blood Brotherhood's old district warriors had suffered devastating losses in this battle. Of the 100,000 men who had followed him from the beginning, fewer than 60,000 remained. Even Blackflame had died in battle.
Fortunately, Blackflame had only self-destructed his body. In the instant before his soul dissipated, the Blazing Demon God saved him and placed him inside the Demon God Temple. He became the temple's chief steward and began studying forging under Huo Niu.
The others were not so fortunate. They could only rest eternally in the cemetery behind the mountain. Lu Yang held a shovel and buried every brother alongside Dirty Wine and the others.
"My brothers, I personally chose you to follow me into battle. It was no different from sending you to your deaths with my own hands. I can never repay you in this life, but in the next, I will repay you." Tears streamed uncontrollably from Lu Yang's eyes.
For all these years, ever since his previous life, the reason he had been able to survive so steadfastly was because he had a group of brothers behind him who trusted and supported him. He had come this far in this life because of their unconditional support as well.
Who wanted to die