In other words, while the Herrscher of Binding was being controlled by the Cocoon of Finality, the two rounds of long-range attacks she unleashed had been borne in full by the Undead Legion.
One had to know that it was the power of binding personally wielded by a fragment of the Cocoon of Finality's consciousness. Its might was far beyond what a half-baked Herrscher of Binding could compare to.
Those were genuine attacks at the Demigod Rank!
Even the Undead Troops, bolstered by Moros's attributes, had suffered unprecedented losses under attacks of that caliber.
Fortunately, Moros's necromancy had already reached the Demigod Rank, allowing him to flexibly adjust the targets to which Legion's Shelter transferred damage and mitigate the losses to some extent.
Otherwise, the consequences of those two attacks would have hurt him so badly he could barely breathe.
Even so, a full one hundred thousand units of low-tier Undead Troops had vanished forever in this battle.
Just two rounds of long-range attacks had caused such grievous casualties, leaving Moros with lingering fear.
He did not dare imagine how terrifying his losses might have been if the battle had dragged on longer, or if he had allowed the Herrscher of Binding controlled by the Cocoon of Finality to act freely.
Even the outcome of this battle might have been fundamentally altered because of it.
At that thought, Moros's heartache over the Soul Crystals and Mid-grade Soul Crystals consumed when he cast the Legendary Spell Soul Torrent eased considerably.
Compared to the irreparable losses of the Undead Troops, consuming the souls of those intelligent beings had undoubtedly been well worth it.
"Mm..."
Padofelis opened her sleepy eyes.
Outside the window was a crimson dusk. She felt as though she had been unconscious for a very, very long time. Even her