Under the ice-blue ancient tree, no new figures arrived, and the gathered crowd gradually settled.
"Are the casualties this severe?"
Dongfang Qi looked at the sparse group, his brow involuntarily furrowing.
Back when they stepped into the treasure vault, there were over 400 imperial talents, but now only just over 200 were gathered here.
Just now, while chatting with a few clan leaders, he learned that everyone felt an elusive yet irresistible pull from the depths of the icy abyss—even the most cautious couldn't resist coming to investigate.
This means that, aside from those still engaged in fierce battles or delayed by trivial matters, the others who haven't arrived are likely already buried in the treasure vault.
Such losses are heartbreaking, whether for the Nine Great Holy Bloods or for the entire Empire.
"A Yu, did you encounter many magical creatures on your way here?" Dongfang Qi turned his gaze towards Zhuge Yu.
