"It was a pity. Your master and Baicheng didn't make it through, while these old bones of mine were spared only because I was too old for those people to think highly of!"
In the lounge of the Nine Great Alliances' pharmaceutical research center, Elder Gu wore a sorrowful expression. Even the joy of advancing to the Prenatal Realm had faded considerably.
Fang Mo felt somewhat saddened as well. This matter was connected to him too.
With the Lotto Group's backing, the alliance's four great military-political families, along with the Divine Light Sect and those sects that had submitted to them, had wreaked terrible havoc upon the alliance.
The great war against the Tianli Sect had left them short on mech personnel, forcing them to scour everywhere for recruits.
The Top Ten Martial Academies had borne the brunt of it. Were those capable researchers not the best candidates?
Because of Fang Mo, his teacher Elder Jiang and Hong Baicheng had also been forcibly dragged onto the battlefield.
In the end, they died in battle against the Tianli Sect.
Many others had shared the same fate, falling upon the battlefield.
In the final battle, Galaxy City's war of resistance, the alliance lost a massive number of martial artists again. Not even half survived. It could be said that after this battle, the martial path of the Nine Great Alliances had nearly suffered a complete break in continuity.
There were barely any left from the Grandmaster level to the Prenatal Realm.
Elder Gu had escaped disaster only because he was over a hundred years old. Otherwise, he would have found it hard to escape that fate as well.
Fang Mo sighed softly and said, "My teacher, Elder Hong, and the others were implicated by me. That was why they suffered this calamity!"