"General, in this battle, we destroyed over eight thousand one hundred and sixty Blood Tribe warships and annihilated nearly one hundred and twenty million of the Blood Tribe, including over one hundred and thirty Emperors and eleven Heavenly Venerables..."
A commander was reporting the battle results to Luo Shui.
"What about our casualties?" Luo Shui asked calmly.
"One hundred and sixty-seven warships destroyed, over eight million soldiers killed or wounded, eleven Emperors, and no casualties among Heavenly Venerables or above..."
When the commander finished, even he found it somewhat unbelievable.
These casualties were simply too light.
The Blood Tribe's casualties were dozens of times theirs.
"Mm."
Luo Shui nodded slightly and looked at Chu Kuangren nearby.
She understood that Chu Kuangren's role in keeping their casualties so low in this battle could not be overlooked. Without his Space Transport Technique and Sword Qi Clones, their casualties would have been at least ten times greater.
"Fellow Daoist Chu's abilities are far too powerful on the battlefield."
"Yes, indeed."
Luo Shui nodded slightly. "But we cannot let our guard down. This was only the Blood Tribe's vanguard. The battles ahead will still be difficult."
The Blood-Colored Firmament War was a protracted war.
It could last decades.
This was only the first battle, not even an appetizer.
Next, Luo Shui received battle reports from the various fortresses in succession.
Apart from the Thirty-First Fortress, the other fortresses had also repelled the Blood Tribe's first wave of attacks. After all, this first wave was merely a probe by the Blood Tribe. Their true main force had yet to arrive.
Even the Dao Lords had yet to act.
Yet even so, the various fortresses had all suffered losses to varying degrees. The fortress with the heaviest losses had even lost several Heavenly Venerables, and its