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Chapter 913

Words:1735Update:22/07/17 08:09:38

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The battle was over, but the price of this battle was unbearable, whether it was for the Human Race or the Demon Race.

Both sides returned to their camps. For the cultivators of the two races who had been through many battles, they were already familiar with the following tasks: cleaning up the battlefield, collecting the corpses, and treating the wounded. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

Following the crowd back to the camp, Xiao Chen sat in the room. Xiao Chen was indeed heartbroken about the death of Heavenly Sun Prime Saint, but this kind of heartache was more for the Human Race.

After all, if Heavenly Sun Prime Saint had not died, he would have been a force to be reckoned with for the Human Race. But now, Heavenly Sun Prime Saint had passed away.

Both sides had schemed against each other, and in the end, both sides suffered losses. The Human Race was in low spirits because of the death of Heavenly Sun Prime Saint, especially the people of Sun Saint Sect, who wept bitterly.

Compared to the Human Race, the Demon Race was not much better. The death of Blue Spirit had also caused a huge blow to the Demon Race.

Perhaps because of the death of the two Old Ancestors, there was a tacit understanding between the two sides that no more battles broke out in the following days. At most, there were some small-scale contacts, which were harmless.

The armies of the two races faced each other from afar, but they coexisted peacefully. However, this peace was obviously only temporary. Now, the two races had not recovered from the death of their Old Ancestors. Once the two races walked out of their grief, the war would still continue.

Everyone knew that the war would not stop because of the death of a single person. The Demon Race would not retreat, and the Human Race would not allow themselves to be captured. It was as simple as that.

Time passed slowly. Soon, a month had passed. Sure enough, the war broke out again, and both sides sent out their armies to fight fiercely.

After a month of rest, both sides could be said to be full of energy. For five days, both sides fought fiercely. In the end, the Old Ancestors of both sides were really exhausted, and only then did the Old Ancestors of both sides order a retreat.

Because Xiao Sheng had joined the human race, the human race still had four Ancestors. However, the devil race only had three Ancestors left because of Bu Ling's death. However, the devil race had more Saints than the human race, so the devil race had utilized 12 Saints at the Perfection Saint Realm to keep one Human Ancestor busy. So, both sides were still in a deadlock.

After five days of intense battle, there was no need to mention the casualties of the two clans. Several Saints had also fallen, and there were more than a dozen Half-Saints below them.

After a battle ended, this massive meat grinder constantly swallowed up the lives of the martial artists of the two clans. But every time a battle ended, the two clans would constantly replenish the frontlines with new soldiers, fresh blood.

Being serious was a test for any race. It was a test of the endurance of a race.

Just like now, every time a battle ended, the two clans would replenish the frontlines with new blood from the rear. From the beginning of the war until now, no less than five million people had fallen on the human side alone.

Five million people might not be much compared to the population of the Tianhe Continent, but it should be known that these five million people were not ordinary martial artists with no cultivation base. Each of them could be said to be the elite of the Tianhe Continent, the backbone of the Human Race.

But even so, these lives were still fading away at an extremely fast speed. After every battle, the population of the Tianhe Continent would decrease a little. Of course, the same was true for the Devil Race.

In a war between two races, it was impossible to defeat the other side in one bite. It was a contest of endurance between the two races. Whoever could not hold on first would lose.

Time passed, and spring went and autumn came. The war seemed to have no end. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed.

During these eight years, the battlefront between the Human Race of the Tianhe Continent and the Devil Race of the Northern Demon Continent had also spread out. From the beginning, the battlefield was only limited to the eastern plains of the Sacred Yin Province, but now it had spread across the entire Sacred Yin Province.

The battlefront involved every corner of the Sacred Yin Province, and the bloody battle between the Human Race and the Devil Race could be seen in every corner.

In these eight years, both the Human Race and the Devil Race had suffered greatly because of the outbreak of the war. At the same time, they had also paid the price in the war.

Let's put it this way, the elites of the two races had almost been wiped out. At this time, the two armies were still fighting. Although the numbers had not decreased by much, the quality had obviously declined.

Take the ratio of the Human Race as an example. Originally, the lowest cultivation base of the Human Race's army was basically at the Dao Querying Realm. But now, although there were still Dao Querying Realm martial artists, there were more Celestial Realm martial artists, and even Earth Clear Mirror martial artists, who had joined the battlefield and engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the Devil Race.

Even Celestial Realm and Earth Clear Mirror martial artists had joined the battlefield. Naturally, the Human Race's Old Ancestors were also suffering.

It was not that they wanted these low-level martial artists of the Celestial Realm to join the battlefield, but they had no choice. After eight years of fierce fighting, the martial artists of the Tianhe Continent above the Dao Querying Realm had either fallen or were already on the battlefield.

There was a constant need for new soldiers to replenish the frontline. Now that the Human Race no longer had any strong fighters, they could only let the Celestial Realm and Earth Clear Mirror martial artists join the battlefield. Otherwise, the Human Race would have no soldiers to recruit.

With such a huge death toll, the number of the Human Race of the Tianhe Continent had truly decreased by nearly 30% in these eight years. And these 30% were all martial artists of the Tianhe Continent, not ordinary people.

The quality had dropped too much. Of course, it was not only the Human Race, but also the Devil Race. Their army had also begun to have Celestial Realm and Earth Clear Mirror martial artists.

This was the most direct manifestation of the endurance of the two races. The martial artists of the Dao Querying Realm and above had already finished fighting. Next would be the Celestial Realm and Earth Clear Mirror martial artists. In the end, perhaps even the Mysterious Eon Realm and Yellow Realm martial artists had no choice but to join the battlefield.

During these eight years, Xiao Chen and Xiao Sheng guarded the eastern plain of the Sacred Yin Prefecture together. This was once the main battlefield of the two races, and it was still the same now.

Although the eastern plain of the Sacred Yin Prefecture was no longer the only battlefield, it was still the most important battlefield. The armies of the two races gathered here were also the largest.

Standing outside the Central Main Hall in the camp, Xiao Chen and Xiao Sheng stood side by side, looking down at the endless stream of martial artists of the Human Race. Xiao Chen said with a sigh.

"Old Ancestor, the cultivation of these newcomers seems to be at the Earth Clear Mirror Realm, right?"

Half a month ago, after a battle on the eastern plain, the Human Race had once again sent reinforcements from the rear to the ZhongTian encampment. But this time, what shocked Xiao Chen was that although they had also sent one million reinforcements, only one-tenth of the Celestial Realm martial artists were at the Earth Clear Mirror Realm. That was to say, there were only 100,000 people. The remaining 900,000 were all Earth Clear Mirror martial artists.

(Begging for collection, begging for monthly votes, begging for recommendations!)

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