On a barren little island, gravestones stood in dense rows.
It was an island within an island. Around its perimeter, an even larger island foundation had been built by dumping earth, and it was now packed with people.
Mo Qiong had seen Spirit Island before.
But this was the first time he had attended a funeral here.
In this war, a total of 3,955 Society members had sacrificed themselves. Most of them had only been Alpha- or Beta-class.
Every newcomer who had graduated from Extreme Island over the past two years had perished.
To a certain extent, the Blue White Society had lost an entire generation.
The fresh blood accumulated over nearly two years had been wiped out. Without this war, at least half of them would have undergone enough tempering to become the Blue White Society's backbone in the future.
But now, Mo Qiong was instead among the youngest members of the Blue White Society...
Society members were not suited for war. They should have used their powerful Containment Logic to deal with one bizarre Contained Object after another, rather than being killed in a so-called war amid a hail of bullets.
But there had been no choice. If they had not fought this battle and had allowed the enemy to remain hidden, the result would have been the destruction of their entire race.
Besides, not every scheme was useful. Fighting all Five Great Civilizations at once, the current result was already the best outcome they could have achieved after painstaking preparations.
When Mo Qiong reached Kaimen's battlefield, only a little over a thousand Society members there were still capable of fighting.
He had done everything he could to save them, sending three thousand critically wounded members into reincarnation. Only then had he preserved such a large portion of