When the Sacred Race team withdrew from the battlefield, the people from the three great heavens collapsed in exhaustion.

The battle was essentially a tragedy.    

All heavens, including the three heavens of all races and the two Sacred Race heavens, suffered heavy casualties. The entire battlefield was devastated, corpses were strewn across the ground, and the stench of blood filled the air. Many people heaved with sobs as they held their comrades’ corpses in their arms. Cries of sadness spread through the battlefield, making everyone’s heart feel heavy.

Zhou Yuan fell silent when he saw this scene. 

Qin Lian, Mu Youlan and others rushed over to his side. They were covered in wounds of varying sizes, and they evidently had been through fierce battles.

“How are the casualties on the Tianyuan Region’s side?” Zhou Yuan asked.

Qin Lian said mournfully, “There are more than 200 people killed and more than 500 people seriously injured.”

What those simple numbers represented was incredibly upsetting.

Zhou Yuan said in a low voice, “Put away their bodies and bring them back to Hunyuan Heaven. They fought for the Tianyuan Region, and the...