The defending battalions were wiped out one after another.
Some were overrun by the invaders, and every last member was killed.
Others, like the Fifth Battalion, deliberately laid traps to take the invaders down with them.
But the powerful invaders were no brainless fools either.
After seeing their comrades killed, they knew to proceed more cautiously.
So even when an entire battalion was prepared to die and determined to drag the enemy into the grave with them, their limited means and razor-thin margin for error made successes like the Fifth Battalion's exceedingly rare.
Aside from the Fifth Battalion, only one other battalion succeeded in taking an invader with them before they died.
Of the dozen-odd battalions, a defending force numbering in the tens of thousands, all were destroyed except the First Battalion, where Rong Xin held command.
Although the First Battalion under Rong Xin's command had killed three invaders, the others had achieved nothing nearly so impressive.
Including Norman, all those who sacrificed themselves had taken a total of eight invaders' lives.
Every defender, regardless of age or gender, died in battle. Not one survived.
The casualty ratio between the two sides was a horrifying figure.
Yet to the invaders, this was an incomparably heavy blow.
Those who had come to throw their weight around in the Eighth Domain today were the elite of the elite.
They were not only numerous, but exceptionally powerful.
Their original plan had been to find weakly defended areas within the Safe Zone and seize them with overwhelming force.
They had never expected to suffer any casualties, much less lose so many people in this wretched place!
At this casualty rate, forget occupying the entire Eighth Domain-they would not even be able to conquer a tenth of its thousand War Readiness Zones!
Meanwhile, William had