Year 10009 of the Grand Calendar.
Twelve years had passed since the Yokai entered the Human Plane.
Twelve Great Yokai had died, while the number of low-level Yokai casualties was impossible to count.
As for humanity, fourteen Rank 7s had fallen. The Old Emperor had barely survived by relying on expensive potions.
It might seem like they had fought for so long, yet fewer Rank 7s had died than the Celestials Chen Yi had killed in the previous world.
But one had to know that not a single Celestial in this world was weak.
Even if they only appeared to be Level 70, once the soldiers gathered their momentum, their combat power would rapidly swell.
Under normal circumstances, if Chen Yi did not use the Flame Seal Sword's pseudo Law Domain, he might not have been able to take one down quickly.
It could be said that every one of them was top-tier combat power.
Only through such a comparison could one understand just how severe the losses were.
Losing one Rank 7 hurt more than losing two Rank 7s from other Eternal World organizations.
Likewise, every Rank 7 was a deterrent.
With twelve Great Yokai dead, the Yokai's offensive began to slow.
They could tell that the Old Emperor was close to death.
The Old Emperor, thin enough to be nothing but skin and bones, truly had only one breath left in him.
Toward the end of the battle, the Old Emperor had been trading injury for injury.
Relying on the Dynasty Fortune's protection to keep himself from dying for the moment, he controlled the Golden Nine-Headed Lion and had it focus on killing a single target.
That was how he had achieved such results.
Otherwise, humanity would have suffered even more deaths.
It was not that humanity's Rank