If not for the large number of ordinary players, along with those useless northern factions, breaking into widespread routs, and if they had dared to fight the skeletons like the other official factions, Clans factions, and Military School factions, they would not have suffered such a crushing defeat.
At the very least, they could have worn away one-tenth of the bone sea of the undead's strength, which would have been an immense help to them. But now, fifteen million players from five regions had not even destroyed one-tenth of the bone sea's skeletons. How were they supposed to fight from here on out?
The skeletons expended now could be replenished simply by ravaging the eighth region. Those fifteen million people had died without the slightest value.
More importantly, many players had now been frightened senseless. Could they still gather so many players for what came next? That was clearly impossible.
"What should we do next?"
Su Yan let out a breath, steadied his emotions, forced himself to calm down, and began considering what to do next.
The reduction plan that had once brimmed with confidence had fallen apart, dealing a heavy blow to countless factions that had been full of confidence.
The faces of the many dynasty factions were bitter. Though they had not sent anyone to this battle, they had provided massive material support. Yet it had ended in a disastrous defeat, proving from another angle that they had lost to Great Qin.
More than a dozen elders within the Clans sighed one after another. One elder could not help saying, "What should we do now? The plan cannot exactly be called a failure. At the very least, it restrained the growth of the Undead Catastrophe—but it still cannot eradicate the Undead Catastrophe."
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