Not only had Lei Jiuxiao, the lord of Nine Thunder Prefecture, died of exhaustion.
The various Divine Army forces had also suffered countless casualties.
Outside Azure City, the Spirit River ran with blood. Its clear blue waters had been dyed entirely red, filling the air with an overwhelming bloody stench.
Amid shattered walls and ruins, demonic flame burned without end, and mutilated corpses lay in mountains.
A million Divine Army soldiers had marched out.
Now, fewer than five percent remained unscathed.
Forty percent had died horrific deaths, and fifty percent had been wounded or maimed.
Even the Martial King experts had lost more than half their number to death or injury, their ranks severely depleted!
Everyone on the battlefield had bloodshot eyes. Many had lost colleagues, brothers, and dear friends in battle. Some floated in the sea of blood with broken bodies; others had been reduced to ash, transformed into eerie Sacrificial Flowers, their bodies and souls utterly erased.
This was war between races—unspeakably tragic, brutal, bloody, and terrifying!
Ke Hei and Lao Six rushed into the deep crater and helped Xiao Chen up, slowly rising into the air. Looking at Lei Jiuxiao, whose face had long since turned deathly pale and whose eyes were closed, then at the crimson sea of blood and horrifying mountains of corpses on the battlefield, Xiao Chen felt his heart ache. A trace of grief surfaced in his eyes.
Not long ago, he had fought shoulder to shoulder with some of these people, resisting the demons together.
Within a single day, everything had turned to ashes, with countless dead and wounded.
After using True Demon, Xiao Chen was utterly depleted. Only with Lao Six and Ke Hei supporting him on either side did he manage to leave the crater and land with difficulty.
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