An old soldier of the Immortal Lord Realm approached with the utmost respect.
"The tally... is complete."
His face was pale, his voice heavy with suppressed grief. "Reporting to the Great Elder and Your Venerable Sirs..."
"In this battle, our forces lost... 10,375,921 True Immortal soldiers."
"184,306 Profound Immortal soldiers."
"Golden Immortal... Golden Immortal commanders, 2,452."
"Immortal Lords... twenty-seven Immortal Lord experts..."
With every number he recited, the air in the hall grew a little colder.
They were not merely numbers. Each had been a living person, a comrade who had fought at their side.
One battle—and a great victory at that—yet of their billion immortals, more than ten million had died!!
The last figure struck hardest.
Twenty-seven Immortal Lords had fallen!
What did that mean?
Golden Immortals could still be resurrected. But an Immortal Lord without a Substitute Death Immortal Talisman, or one slain outright by a Demon Venerable, was truly dead!
Even a Peak Immortal Venerable could not resurrect an Immortal Lord-tier existence!
That was the cruelty of war!
"The twenty-seven fallen Immortal Lords were all on their first battlefield. Every one of them had a Substitute Death Immortal Talisman."
The Sword Venerable spoke, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
That was undoubtedly good news.
They had Substitute Death Immortal Talismans. Thank goodness!
"But for the next million years, they'll have no means of saving their lives. If they die again, they'll truly be dead."
The Heavenwatch Tower Master sighed. They had the talismans this time, but what about the next?
Another general stepped forward, his voice brimming with excitement.
"The enemy losses have been roughly tallied. We wiped out more than two hundred million True Demon-tier Devil Race."
"Over eight million Devil Race Elites."
"About a hundred thousand Demon-Race Commander-tier fighters."
"We slew 380 Demon Generals