After several days of rushing along, the Frost Race finally returned to the Frost Race's base.
When the Frost Race members stationed at the base saw how few people had returned, they immediately felt that something was terribly wrong.
Could it be that they had lost this battle?
The Frost Race's circumstances would become even more difficult after that.
However, when they saw the six Nether Race Saint Realm elders being escorted back, along with that huge number of Nether Race warriors, they felt that things were not quite as they had imagined.
The crowd soon learned from those who had returned that the Frost Race had won a resounding victory this time, capturing numerous warriors, including six Saint Realm experts.
Even though so many people had died, the Frost Race members still felt happy.
After all, their living conditions would become much better from then on.
They would no longer have to fear being attacked without reason by the Nether Race whenever they went outside.
Therefore, those who had died had not died in vain. They had created better conditions for their clansmen.
Jiang Liu watched the Frost Race members, who remained happy despite living in such harsh conditions.
He sighed inwardly. The environment in the outside world was countless times better than this place.
Yet there were just as many people dissatisfied with their current lives and constantly causing trouble.
Perhaps this was what they meant by how one region's soil nurtured its own people!
Han Yi, standing nearby, saw the look on Jiang Liu's face and assumed that he was grieving and sighing over his clansmen.
She immediately comforted him, saying, "Actually, our people have long been mentally prepared for the possibility of dying in battle against the Nether Race."
Jiang Liu looked at this silly girl