Chen Yuan dodged the tactics of that Yang Transformation expert and glanced around, his heart sinking instantly, for in his eyes, nearly a quarter of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau's martial artists had already been killed or wounded.
This was just the first fifteen minutes of the battle.
Of course, it also had something to do with the Heavenly Patrol Bureau martial artists fighting individually. Unlike other martial artists who formed battle arrays, casualties were less, but... still quite high.
Moreover, when they died, it was en masse.
The people above kept dying, while the ones below kept charging upwards, eyes bloodshot, seemingly unafraid of death, utterly crazed with killing.
Huangfu Qi lost an arm, his long hair stained with blood, yet he still wielded a whip, attacking relentlessly. Feng Jiuying's left shoulder was pierced through.
And more casualties were escalating.
This... is the cruelty of war.
Human lives are like grass, blown down by the wind.
