The battle on the Desert Grassland had fully displayed the Human Race's might. Countless human warriors surged forward, wave after wave, and with the Bat Race chief's cooperation, they routed the Ten Thousand Races Alliance.
Countless elite warriors of the alliance were killed or wounded.
Most importantly, they had crushed the alliance's arrogance and secured a precious victory in the Human Race's first battle.
Shennong and the others, who had arrived to reinforce Xuanyuan, pursued the fleeing enemy all the way and reaped a rich haul.
They had not captured many chief-level experts, but they had taken countless Golden Immortal warriors.
These were all prisoners, and they would become precious assets to the Human Race.
The cost of cultivating a single Golden Immortal was immense.
Throughout the Primordial World, Golden Immortals were as plentiful as dogs.
But that did not mean they could be squandered at will.
After all, it had taken countless years of accumulation for the Primordial World to produce so many Golden Immortals.
Every Golden Immortal could be said to embody the accumulation of time.
For an ordinary race in the Primordial World, every Golden Immortal warrior was an elite, a trump card on which their survival depended.
They could not be sacrificed lightly.
If they wanted these prisoners back, if they wanted them returned to their races, Fuxi and the others certainly would not agree unless they paid a sufficient price.
War was that cruel. The losses were not merely lives, but money, resources, and accumulated reserves.
Still, this was the Ten Thousand Races Alliance. A million troops sounded like a great many, but each race had actually contributed only a small portion of its warriors.
For them, it was not a crippling blow.
They had merely lost a little skin and fur.
The only race