Although it seemed that the devils had suffered far more casualties—over a hundred times those of the Witch Clan—the Witch Clan had actually paid the heavier price in this battle. The Witch Clan reproduced at an exceedingly slow rate to begin with; maintaining a tenuous balance was already no easy task. Every new clansman was enough to make the Witch Emperor personally rejoice. They shared a unique and profound bond, regarding one another as family.
The deaths of more than three hundred Witch Clan members counted as a rare and grievous loss for the entire clan. What was more, this had happened despite their favorable terrain and the many formations they had arranged around it, not to mention that two Great Witches had fallen among those three hundred clansmen!
Compared to the Witch Emperor's grief, however, there were not many among the more than forty thousand dead and wounded who could truly move Moro. Only thirteen old devils at the Quasi-Emperor Realm whose deaths could be confirmed—including the Eighth Prison's Zhu Ming Heavenly Demon and the Third Priest, the Blood Moon Shadow Empress—mattered at all.
Other than core pillars such as the Five Halls Nine Prisons Three Priests, no matter how many casualties the other devil troops under his command suffered, Moro would not feel the slightest heartache. Moro—or rather, every Demon Emperor throughout history—had always employed the cruel method of raising venomous insects in a jar. Once this batch died, so long as pillars like the Five Halls Nine Prisons Three Priests remained, the environment of the Grand Luo Heavenly Domain would allow them to easily raise a second, or even a third, Devil Race army.
To him, the Demon Soldiers under his command were no different from cannon fodder. If they died, they died; it would not cost