"How could the losses be so severe?" Ye Xiwen narrowed his eyes. He had read extensively and could be called proficient in every field; he was also well versed in military affairs. When two armies clashed, heavier losses were normal, but if they exceeded half, it could already be considered a bloody battle.
But if they exceeded two-thirds, then it was no longer a bloody battle, but a fight to the death.
In one or two campaigns, encountering an overwhelmingly powerful opponent or being surrounded, fighting to the death would not be strange. But if such high losses persisted over a long period, then something was clearly wrong.
If this ratio were applied to the entire alliance army, then there would be no need for the whole alliance to fight at all—it would collapse on the spot.
Yet from what he had seen along the way, although the battles between both sides had become bloodier and fiercer, they were overall still mere skirmishes. Both sides were still accumulating strength, deploying trump cards and reviving their hidden reserves, but all of that required time.
In other words, such an astonishing casualty rate could not possibly appear at this stage. There was obviously something wrong here.
"There is no helping it. The disciples dispatched here in these batches have all suffered grievous casualties. You know how the Allied Forces Headquarters is—dangerous missions are all handed to ordinary Seal King Factions like ours!" Flame Lord said with a bitter smile.
If the All Races Alliance had once been governed by God Kings like them, then now the Allied Forces Headquarters was already under the control of those Quasi-Emperors. Though those Seal King Factions ordinarily appeared imposing and mighty, and the dispatch of any one God King could shake the world, compared to Quasi-Emperors,