11.37, Sector Beast Clone
The fighting finally stopped, but the red-light faction was still shaken.
The brutal clash had left the red side with terrible losses, at a casualty ratio of nearly ten to one.
The reason for that vast disparity was the man in red armor.
Compared with the great mass on the blue side, the red side looked sparse and miserable.
The Barbarian Dragon Tribe's warriors had suffered few losses, so they were happy.
But this was only the beginning. On the path of the strong, the vast majority were destined to fall!
Two-thirds had died just trying to enter the army. It was easy to imagine what lay ahead.
Few would survive to retire and return to their tribes. But they had long been prepared for that.
Throughout Jin's World, there was a saying: to fall was simply to be reincarnated. Accustomed to life and death, its inhabitants accepted it and did not grieve too deeply.
"Phew."
A huge archway appeared out of nowhere on the cold, desolate snowfield. Three True Gods stepped out and shouted to the surviving tribal warriors and beasts.
"All of you, come here."
"Stop dawdling. Move."
"You two assigned to the Yusu Army, come with me." One of them, a female True God in ice-blue armor with two curved horns, looked at Lin Mu and Luo Feng.
Lin Mu and Luo Feng exchanged a glance and hurriedly said goodbye to Wu Er and the others. Under the envious gazes of the beast warriors, they followed the True God through the archway first.
They emerged from the selection space outside the army camp.
"Follow me." The female True God took flight.
Lin Mu and Luo Feng obediently followed behind her, secretly exchanging voice transmissions.
"We have to fly the whole way. The