Lord Castle, Great Hall.
Tang Yu sat in the main seat, lost in thought.
Just now, the number of casualties and enemies killed, along with the other achievements of the war, had finally been tallied.
"...This time, we killed one Second-Tier Transcendent from the Alien Race, over six hundred First-Tier Seniors and ordinary Transcendents of the Alien Race. We captured twenty-five Transcendents, and apart from the Devil Race Envoy, two other Second Tiers escaped, along with over eight hundred Transcendents scattering in all directions."
Clad in armor, Luo Zhe reported.
He still had dried blood on him, and a dense, thick malevolence swirled around him that was hard to dissipate.
"Saint places and super forces suffered various losses; our Green Shadow... has also had two comrades-in-arms killed in action."
For a moment Luo Zhe's voice turned desolate.
War, inevitably, brings casualties.
