Su Fan stood in the inner city of Black Mountain Base, his gaze slowly sweeping over the surrounding area.
All around Black Mountain Base, corpses were piled as high as mountains. Pale bones glimmered coldly in the dim light, as if the apocalypse had already descended, with the aura of death and despair permeating every corner.
He turned his gaze toward Xiao Ning and the others sprawled outside the inner city's Teleportation Hall. Black Mountain Base had once housed hundreds of thousands of cultivators, yet now fewer than a thousand survivors remained.
The trauma brought by this Great Tribulation was truly shocking.
The entire Black Mountain Base fortress was like a gigantic meat grinder. Adding together the casualties on both sides, there had to be at least one or two million dead.
Su Fan knew all too well that the curtain on this war's brutal tragedy had only just been raised. The battles to come would certainly be even more breathtakingly savage slaughters.
By the time this war finally came to an end, no one knew how many more people would die on either side.
Seeing that the Bone Corroding Poison Mist had temporarily halted the attack of the Demonic Beasts from the Netherworld Realm, isolating them outside Black Mountain Base,
Su Fan could not help letting out a long sigh of relief. He dispelled the Demonic Transformation and returned to his true human form.
Maintaining the demonic state for such a long time had consumed far too much of his strength.
If he had been fighting alone, he could still barely hold on. But amid such a brutal realm war, maintaining the demonic transformation continuously was simply beyond him.
The battles to come would only grow more vicious, because this was the Netherworld Realm's final chance.
If they failed