Two days later, Three Star True Spirit Wizard Ashura appeared on the Space-Time Altar of Eternal Sky City.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
With heavy steps, Ashura ignored the respectfully waiting little wizards around the altar. After walking down from it, he took out a black crystal ball. Yet the instant he opened the special channel, he stopped involuntarily. Stunned, he watched message after message scroll across the crystal ball's light screen and said in disbelief, "They all fell? They all fell?"
It was no wonder Ashura reacted this way.
At that moment, the number of fallen True Spirit Overlords displayed on his crystal ball's light screen had reached a staggering forty-two. Such horrific losses were simply impossible to accept. Apart from the Second War of Civilization fought by the ancient wizards, no war of civilization had ever dealt such wounds to the Wizard World—and in such a short time at that!
Although the vast majority of these True Spirit Overlords were merely sealed wizards who had lost the life-depth of their Omnipotent Souls, the figure was still far too outrageous.
"Other than me, which other commanders who went out have returned?"
Ashura asked the little wizards responsible for guarding the Space-Time Altar beside him in a grave tone. His gloomy face was so dark it seemed about to drip water, while the Abyssal Blade on his back let out piercing cries, filled with spirit amid the pure, surging abyssal devil energy of this vast boundless void.
"Respected Three Star True Spirit Wizard, after receiving the High Commander's order, you are the first commander who went out to return for reinforcements."
Just as the little wizard answered, the teleportation array behind Ashura buzzed. Another True Spirit Wizard slowly appeared—it was Four Star True Spirit Wizard, whom Ashura had brought back. After