Three hours later.
The fighting everywhere had ended. Nearly every Iron Blood Brotherhood warrior was wounded, many of them seriously, yet not a single one cried out.
After Liu Ruohuai, Pan Yuhang, and the others regrouped their forces, they supported one another back to Lu Yang. Liu Ruohuai loudly reported, "Report, Boss! The Dragonkin Legion, Godblood Orc Legion, and Demonblood Warrior Legion have completed their combat mission. Three thousand six hundred and sixty-two seriously wounded, seventeen thousand two hundred and thirty-one lightly wounded, and no deaths."
Lu Yang nodded in satisfaction and said, "The lightly wounded will support the seriously wounded. Everyone, follow me east. We're going to change bodies."
"Yes!" Liu Ruohuai answered loudly, then turned to help Pan Yuhang and the others organize the formation.
Lu Yang looked at Diliya, Maldron, and the others beside him and said, "Take your people over to help. Make sure every one of my brothers reaches Desolate Celestial Fortress safely."
"Yes." Diliya and the other ten thousand-plus warriors were still within the illusion. No matter how softly Lu Yang spoke, his words would ring beside their ears.
Diliya, Maldron, and the others quickly entered the Iron Blood Brotherhood's ranks, taking the initiative to carry the wounded warriors forward.
At first, Lu Yang had worried that lower gods like Diliya and Maldron would be unwilling to support demigods two ranks beneath them. To his surprise, however, they showed not the slightest dissatisfaction. Instead, admiration filled their faces. Only then did he relax and lead the group east toward Desolate Celestial Fortress.
Diliya was carrying Pan Yuhang. Pierced through by the Earth Demon Sword, Pan Yuhang was severely wounded and too weak to even walk.
"Thanks," Pan Yuhang said somewhat awkwardly as he leaned against Diliya's back.
Diliya turned and saw Pan Yuhang's expression.