After fighting for an entire day, from dawn to dusk, the entire ZhongTian camp seemed to have turned into hell in an instant. At this point, the Demon Race finally retreated.
However, the Human Race cultivators in the ZhongTian camp did not pursue. It was not that they did not want to, but that they did not have the ability to. Although they had successfully blocked the Demon Race's attack, the ZhongTian camp had also paid a heavy price. Almost everyone was exhausted and did not have the strength to pursue the Demon Race.
They could only watch as the Demon Race retreated. It was only at this moment that the Saint experts in charge of the ZhongTian camp gave the order to count the casualties and clean up the battlefield.
The battle had come to an end for the time being. Not long after, the reinforcements from the Gengtian, Quenching, and Cheng Tian camps arrived at the ZhongTian camp. As for the reinforcements from the Soaring Sky and Consort Sky camps, because of the Demon Race's retreat, they had already returned to their respective camps.
With the Demon Race's retreat, the crisis was temporarily resolved. With the reinforcements from the Gengtian, Quenching, and Cheng Tian camps arriving, the task of cleaning up the battlefield was naturally much easier.
However, the reinforcements from the three camps had not personally experienced the bloody battle in the ZhongTian camp. When they began to clean up the battlefield, they were completely shocked by the scene before them.
Although they had not personally experienced it, just from the corpses left on the battlefield, it was not difficult for them to imagine what kind of bloody battle had taken place in the ZhongTian camp not long ago.
It could be said that besides the main camp of the ZhongTian camp that had not been attacked, the entire camp had been turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The corpses could be piled up into a small mountain, and blood had gathered into a small red stream that continued to flow in all directions.
It was not only the corpses of the Human Race cultivators, but many of the Demon Race cultivators had also died in this battle. At the same time, in addition to those who had died, the number of injured was even greater.
For a time, the ZhongTian camp did not relax because of the end of the battle. On the contrary, it became even busier.
There were constantly people who were seriously injured who needed help, and at this time, the healing pills were constantly being used up like flowing water.
Due to the enormous consumption of various healing pills, the number of pills stored in the Central Sky encampment was quickly depleted. As such, they could only mobilize more healing pills from the other five encampments to aid the human cultivators on hand. At the same time, the alchemists in the three great provinces behind them once again received orders from the frontlines, ordering them to work day and night to produce more pills and transport them to the frontlines.
The constant consumption of pills, cleaning up the battlefield, treatment of the injured, etc., this series of tasks were all carried out in an orderly manner. Of course, this had nothing to do with Xiao Chen... After this battle, Xiao Chen and the others' injuries, Xiao and the others...... Xiao...
Relying on the strong physical body of the Tempered Battle Body, Xiao Chen was not in any danger and would be able to recover after a few days of rest. Chen Ling, Long Qing, and Qin Shuirou were the same. Although they had all suffered different degrees of injuries, fortunately, their lives were not in danger.
After three consecutive days, the ZhongTian encampment finally finished dealing with the aftermath. The corpses of the deceased were all collected and sent back to the other three great Prefectures, to their respective loved ones, so that they could rest in peace.
The unfortunate Human Race cultivators who had died could be buried in peace, but the Demon Race cultivators' corpses were not treated this way. They were all burned to ashes.
After three days, the clean-up work was basically done. However, the number of casualties caused the various Saint experts to frown deeply. They did not have accurate figures earlier, but from the looks of it now, the price that the ZhongTian camp had to pay in this battle was indeed unexpected.
On the fourth day after the battle, prime saint Tianyang, as the representative of the four ancestors, personally came to the ZhongTian camp. He summoned all the Saints and asked about the battle.
All the Saints gathered in the main hall of the ZhongTian camp. Prime saint Tianyang sat at the head of the table and looked at the Saints below with a solemn expression.
"Tell me, how are our casualties in this battle?"
"Ancestor, the casualties in this battle were disastrous. After counting, we lost two hundred thousand people in the ZhongTian camp. As for the injured, almost all of the ZhongTian camp cultivators who participated in the battle were injured, but the severity of their injuries varied. Among them, one hundred and fifty thousand people were either disabled or damaged in their cultivation due to their injuries. They are no longer suitable for the upcoming battle and are being sent back to the other three Prefectures."
Hearing prime saint Tianyang's words, the Tianfeng Saint also spoke with a solemn expression. In this battle, the ZhongTian camp had lost almost half of its combat strength and was indeed crippled.
Two hundred thousand people died, and one hundred and fifty thousand people were too injured to continue fighting on the front line. Hearing the Tianfeng Saint's words, prime saint Tianyang pondered for a moment before asking again.
"What about the Demon Race? How great were their losses? "
The ZhongTian camp had suffered disastrous losses, but how great were the Demon Race's losses? Prime saint Tianyang asked the question that he was most concerned about, but as soon as these words came out, the faces of all the Saints present became even more solemn, and the entire hall fell into a brief silence. After a long while, the Tianfeng Saint spoke again in a solemn voice.
"The Demon Race has lost eighty thousand people. As for the injured, we have no way of accurately capturing them, but we estimate that the number of seriously injured should not exceed fifty thousand."
The ZhongTian camp had lost two hundred thousand people, but the Demon Race had only lost eighty thousand people, and the number of seriously injured should not exceed fifty thousand. It was worth mentioning that the "seriously injured" mentioned by the Tianfeng Saint were the Demon Race members who could no longer participate in the upcoming battle because of their injuries.
As for the lightly injured, there was almost no need to capture them. After all, being lightly injured did not affect their combat strength. After a period of recuperation, they would be able to fully recover and still display great combat strength.
Hearing the Tianfeng Saint's words, Randeng Kosei's face also turned ugly.
The Human Race had lost three hundred and fifty thousand people, which was three hundred and fifty thousand people. As for the Demon Race, they had lost eighty thousand people and fifty thousand were seriously injured, which added up to a total of one hundred and thirty thousand people.
The difference in casualties between the two sides was more than double. In other words, the Human Race had to sacrifice two Human Race cultivators in exchange for one Demon Race cultivator's life.
Previously, everyone had guessed that the Human Race's individual strength was inferior to the Demon Race, but when they saw the result, they still found it hard to accept.
Sighing softly, prime saint Tianyang said, "The casualty rate has more than doubled. It seems that the following battle is not optimistic."
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