Ling Hong felt the lingering warmth of the flesh and blood, and his heart was even more troubled. His soldiers were meant for the battlefield, not to die in such accidents.
The most distressed was none other than Ling Tianyu.
These were soldiers he had trained, many of whom were highly capable. Many were cultivators whose power, when combined with formations and teamwork on the battlefield, was immensely formidable.
Ling Tianyu walked on the city wall that stretched for tens of millions of miles, with over a hundred places shattered. No wonder there were so many casualties.
Song Lan'er followed silently, understanding the somber mood, given the heavy losses.
"Reporting to my lord, Zhong Emperor has arrived." A soldier came running to report.
"Let him come over." Ling Tianyu replied.
If he came, it must be something significant.
Zhong Emperor soon arrived, holding a statistical list in his hand.
