Another two legion garrisons, yet nothing was gained. Just like the Third Legion, the conversion had failed.
Bai Che and Ning Ye's expressions had turned exceptionally grim.
They had still dreamed of attacking the Immortal Realm, but now?
Of the ten great legions, only four had left behind ruins. The rest had not even left ruins behind. Still, Qin Luo had not come away entirely empty-handed.
It was only that what he had gained was not valuable enough—at least, that was how Qin Luo saw it.
Su Li, covered in wounds, wore an exceptionally complicated expression as well.
Every shred of her pride had been shattered. Now, she even felt somewhat afraid whenever she saw Xi Huang.
Everything she had seen and heard along the way had likewise filled her with despair.
All their efforts had merely wasted time and energy, leaving behind nothing but a sliver of illusory hope.
"I told you long ago, didn't I? Only by following our lord can we possibly defeat the Immortal Realm and successfully avenge ourselves."
This time, Ning Ye offered not the slightest rebuttal.
If there was hope, then he felt Bai Che was right. That sole hope rested on Qin Luo.
"My lord, when will we launch our counterattack against the Immortal Realm?" Ning Ye immediately asked.
Su Li also fixed her burning gaze on Qin Luo, awaiting his answer.
Having been so thoroughly ravaged, she was now nearly losing the will to live.
The only reason supporting her continued existence was to counterattack the Immortal Realm and avenge her former self.
Mu Hanyan was also exceptionally curious about all this. As the person with the highest cultivation in Primordial Chaos at present, although she had already parted ways with Bai Che and the others and become human again,
she felt