"Second Worship, our brothers' casualties keep mounting. By my rough count, at least a thousand have fallen, and nearly two thousand are wounded!"
All the Soul Masters had fallen back to a mountaintop. After making a rough tally, Snake Lance Douluo approached Golden Crocodile Douluo and delivered the news heavily.
Unlike their earlier high spirits, everyone now wore an exhausted expression, their faces clouded with worry.
For tens of thousands of troops from the Demon Army had gathered below the mountain.
It was an enormous number.
And a number that bred despair.
The Demon Army was somewhat exhausted too, but this was their home ground, after all. Everyone knew their attacks would only grow fiercer.
"Alas, the demons reacted even faster than we imagined. Before we could settle down and consolidate our earlier gains, they launched their attack."
Golden Crocodile Douluo slowly sighed.
It had truly come far too suddenly.
Looking at the Soul Masters below, endless sorrow welled up in his heart.
If they kept fighting, their fate would be tragic.
"Yes, it really was too sudden..." Snake Lance Douluo nodded helplessly as well.
Had they known this would happen, they should have returned to the Spatial Passage after clearing the demons from Alba's territory and waited for further orders, rather than pushing deep into enemy territory alone.
"But we cannot give up until the very last moment. Tell everyone that we have already sent powerful fighters back to the Douluo Continent for reinforcements. More experts will arrive before long, and then every danger will be resolved!"
"But can the people we sent really escape the demons pursuing them?" Snake Lance Douluo asked uncertainly.
"Perhaps." Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke wistfully, then fixed his gaze on Snake Lance Douluo. "Whether or not those we sent can get the message out,