William's face turned livid as he looked at the losses on his side.
He stared at the ruins nearby, panting heavily, having completely abandoned the elegance expected of a gentleman.
The earthshaking cheers from the Safe Zone grew louder and louder, buzzing in his ears like countless flies.
William found the noise utterly unbearable.
Most of those he had brought on this expedition to the Eighth Domain were trusted followers he had handpicked from the First Domain, every one of them a high-tier combatant.
Their earlier deaths in Zone 931, where the natives had used terrain and shields to concentrate fire and ambush them, could at least be grudgingly attributed to unfamiliarity with the enemy's tactics.
But what the hell had that just been?!
There had been no suppressive fire from fortified positions, none of those damned gods interfering from the sidelines. Yet a deception riddled with holes, cooked up by an Origin Sequence level-five Domain Master, had actually gotten more than a dozen of his subordinates killed!
These people usually strutted around at his side with their noses in the air, proclaiming themselves gods above Earth.
Yet the moment they heard that the enemy's supreme commander had come out to die, their guard dropped to rock bottom. Every last one became a target, standing there doing nothing but watching the show!
Their usual vigilance and quick thinking had all gone out the window once they gathered around him, ready to kill the enemy Domain Master.
Dying in such an utterly idiotic way made the entire First Domain look like a bunch of useless fools!
How could such a performance, such devastating losses, not send him into a rage?!
"My heavens, the First Domain... actually lost that many people?"
Granny Hua, who had fled to the other side of the