Mu Shentong had perished.
The Domain had shattered.
All Dead Corpses within Great Zhou automatically ceased to exist, destroyed at the same moment.
Watching the Dead Corpses fall in swathes, Beiming Wang, his body stained with blood, visibly sighed in relief.
Shortly after, a wave of exhaustion surged through him, compelling him to plant his long spear into the ground for support.
Too tired!
The battle had not lasted very long. However, the expenditure of energy had been enormous.
Dead Corpses were everywhere, a never-ending onslaught that left not a moment's respite. Even for a warrior at the Grandmaster Ultimate Summit, it was difficult to sustain such expenditure in an endless fight, where every moment was spent at full strength killing enemies.
Looking around, of the two million-strong army, less than half now remained.
In other words, Great Liang had not only failed to gain any benefit from entering Great Zhou but had instead lost half of its elite troops.
