The Foreign Realm's Undying Ones could only watch as their realm's soldiers fell one after another.
Only those who had yet to march out, or who were close enough to the divide between the Two Realms to retreat into the reach of the Undying Ones' power in an instant, made it back.
Silence settled over the Foreign Realm's side.
Their assault had suffered devastating losses before they had even made formal contact with the enemy.
Of course, they had not been wiped out entirely.
Leaving aside those who had managed to retreat, that had only been the first charge. The Foreign Realm still had vast forces it had not deployed.
But the losses were devastating.
That was what True Immortals in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands could accomplish with the Heavenly Abyss keeping the enemy's Undying Ones at bay.
Armies beneath the Immortal Dao could only be mown down like grass.
Meng Tianzheng and the others had hidden themselves for years, and on this day, they had finally achieved a glorious victory.
It could only work once. The Foreign Realm would never let it happen again.
"What do we do?"
An Undying One spoke with a face dark as a storm, wind and thunder accompanying his words.
"Don't send another army. Those three butchers will only slaughter the Human Dao troops again."
Everyone agreed. They could not send the Human Dao army across again.
The Foreign Realm had countless subjects, but they could not send them to such an obvious death.
The irony was that the Foreign Realm was the invader, the side that had started this war.
Yet to look at them now, one would think they were the ones being invaded, a righteous army defending its home.
They acted as though their army had suffered such terrible