Surviving the catastrophe.
Qing Chen stood in the middle of the ravaged battlefield and looked around. They had won, yet no one could bring themselves to feel happy.
That was because nearly ten thousand people had truly died in this war. Even as the victor, Qing Chen did not think it was anything worth celebrating.
In this battle,
the Chen clan lost two southern fleets.
They lost two A-rank painters.
They lost one Field Division and two Field Brigades.
They lost seven Purple Orchid Stars and one of Chen Yu's lives.
Most importantly, Chen Yu had also lost more than fifty Painting Scrolls.
When Chen Yu had previously used the Immortal Brooch to die in his place, time had already frozen. Though he had escaped, the paintings had been left behind and destroyed.
The loss of those fifty-plus Painting Scrolls alone would be enough to keep Chen Yu shut away for two years.
This was the time Shadow had bought for Qing Chen. As long as Chen Yu could not kill Qing Chen within two years, he would never get another chance. Shadow believed in his younger brother.
As for Lu Island, they had lost one demigod.
They lost two battalion-level ground combat units and twenty-one Longevity Skies.
Li Bingxi really was a crafty old bastard. If Shadow Unit had not found his wife in time, he might have traded Qing Chen and Shadow away without even losing his own life, while dealing Chen Yu a devastating blow.
He could also have exchanged it for the most crucial Aerial Fortress technology in the Qing clan's hands, helping Lu Island complete the most critical step before its rise.
Unfortunately, Li Bingxi had not only lost his life and turned into a pair of mandarin duck light projections, becoming the Federation's laughingstock,