In fact.
Lu Yang had still underestimated the brutality of this war. For seven full days, he hid inside the temple of the Three-Faced Clan's camp, yet not a single quasi-god or demigod withdrew from the war.
The Void Zerg fought by trading life for life. This race did not care about its own survival. Although the hatched Void Scythe Bugs possessed Lord Tier strength, they had no ability to think for themselves and only knew how to fight their enemies to the death. They were monsters that would still use their razor-sharp teeth to bite through your throat even after you cut off their heads.
Faced with such enemies, the Three-Faced Clan also fought with everything they had. Fortunately, the Three-Faced Clan had enough quasi-gods and demigods, while the Void Zerg had brought only a limited number of demigods. Finally, on the morning of the eighth day, the war gradually came to an end.
The Three-Faced Clan paid the price of three hundred thousand dead, five hundred thousand seriously wounded, and two hundred thousand lightly wounded to kill every Void Scythe Bug. Of the eight Lord Tier broodmothers, seven were killed. Of the three Demigod Tier broodmothers, one was killed, while the remaining two were left with only half their lives.
"Screech~!" The Void Broodmothers were not fearless of death either. With all their subordinates dead and no longer able to produce Scythe Bugs, the remaining three broodmothers began fleeing toward Baishan City.
Lu Yang had already left the Three-Faced Clan's camp and was quietly collecting the corpses of the Lord Tier broodmothers. They were essential materials for creating Void Warriors, so he had to take them.
In the sky, only six of the Three-Faced Clan's seventeen elders remained. Second Elder Domingo had suffered devastating injuries. Of his three