The war had not even begun, yet it had already been declared over.
Fewer than a million clansmen remained, and the vast majority were wounded. Even the lightly injured were few; most had suffered grievous wounds. Never mind how long recovery would take—many had been crippled outright.
At this moment, the group was still reeling in shock.
They were people from the Demon Court.
Their losses had been immense as well, and Earthcry King had suffered severe injuries.
They had originally been positioned near the outskirts. Logically, though the foreign races had become a nest of evil and had undergone some corruption, the damage should not have been so severe.
Yet unexpectedly, while their own side had been relatively fine, a massive problem had erupted on Black Mountain Sect's side.
Black Heaven Venerable and the other two had directly transformed under Evil Nature. Caught completely off guard, Earthcry King was grievously wounded on the spot, even his Great Dao severed.
The demon race itself had also had problems. Coupled with Black Mountain Sect's attack and assaults from the corrupted foreign races nearby, what should have been losses of at most thirty percent in the Mythical Realm had become eighty percent.
In other words, not even twenty percent of the demon race had escaped.
Of the several million demons, fewer than two hundred thousand had died.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Earthcry King looked at Sky King and the other two, his face deathly pale and his aura weak to the extreme. "Go to the Mythical Realm. We were too naive, too optimistic."
"Years of peace have made us forget the terror of Evil Nature."
"In ancient times, everything was destroyed in an instant. The Primordial World itself was shattered to pieces. All these years, because Evil Nature had kept