The sky was just beginning to lighten, the sun illuminating the gray-brown battlefield.
Only blood and flesh stained the ground, massive shattered bones protruding from the rocky terrain, creating a sense of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
But there weren’t many actual bodies because the flesh mainly belonged to the retreating Dragon Level from Sea King Port.
The high-ranking officials retreated, and the lower-tier soldiers, seeing the Dragon Level fall, imdiately lost morale and fled, only wishing they could run as fast as the Dragon Level.
Most simply didn’t run at all and surrendered where they stood.
After the battle, Tiga took stock of the corps and found that his forces hadn’t decreased but instead increased to sixty thousand.
"Is the Tiger Level of this era so worthless now?"
Tiga looked at the hills and fields full of people, thinking that in his day he had only a hundred Tiger Levels under his command, with the Wolf Level as the main force.
But now it was the tens of thousands of Tiger Levels that made up the main force, and Wolf Levels didn’t even qualify for the battlefield.
Luo Yan counted and ca to report: "We lost over four hundred people, the other side lost six hundred, and twenty-five thousand surrendered."
Cassandra sat down, gasping for breath, and ordinary soldiers imdiately ca over to bandage her wounds and treat her with active fat.
She was very unaccustod to being served, having never experienced it before.
"While we were fighting, it was really tough at first, but then we suddenly won."
"I really don’t understand, if the top tier determines the outco of a war, why do we even need armies to confront each other?"
At this ti, Dongfang Yi and others walked over, covered in blood: "Because there’s a breakthrough to be made."
Luo Yan glanced at Dongfang Yi, eyes widening: "You’ve reached Elephant Level?"
Dongfang Yi’s body was covered in heaps of flesh, his eyes blood-red, unable to hide his excitent: "War... is the catalyst for the Radiation!"
"In this battle, though a thousand Tiger Levels died, thousands of young tigers stepped into Sub-Tiger, and hundreds of Sub-Tigers stepped into True Tiger."
"And a few True Tigers transford into Elephant Level."
Luo Yan, commanding from the rear, had not fought long before victory was achieved and wasn’t too profoundly affected.
But Dongfang Yi, leading Li Shande, Su Lei, and others, fought fervently, feeling deeply impacted.
Putting oneself slightly in the shoes of those ordinary weaklings, you would know how imnse the survival pressure on the battlefield was.
Peers were everywhere, like mountains and seas of people, making personal bravery and minor advantages almost useless.
Above were stronger foes that could crush them, sotis wiping out an entire army with a single strike from a terrifying presence.
It can be said that just daring to co and fight required extraordinary courage.
Those afraid of dying wouldn’t co at all; those who did co were filled with blood courage, either yearning to grow stronger or desiring rit and recognition.
Everyone had their beliefs and reasons, of course, not reasons for winning, but reasons for surviving.
Since winning and losing essentially weren’t in their hands, when faced with such a desperate battlefield situation, everything for survival would make all the cells in their bodies boil, and genetic potential would easily manifest.
Tiga reverted to his normal form, speaking calmly: "In the Age of Chaos, City States relying only on the top tier combat power eventually perished... including mine."
"In my past forces, only Annie and I reached Elephant Level; the remaining Tiger and Wolf levels were not worth relying on."
"I won every battle, often slaughtering thousands alone to reduce the casualty ratio, like a battlefield boss, with countless weaklings dying at my hands."
"However, many escaped, transforming into True Tigers, young elephants, multiplying, and deeply hating ."
"In contrast, my City State still relied solely on to hold a front alone."
"Eventually, the Seven Righteous from afar besieged , countless people who once fled from my grasp beca powerful and effortlessly shattered my forces, while I was helpless."
"I thought the hundreds of elite Tiger Levels I preserved would make a difference, but they all perished in a single battle, serving no purpose..."
Everyone looked at him, knowing Tiga’s lesson was one of blood.
In the Age of Chaos, Tiga was truly formidable, imnsely glorious, standing proudly alone on the battlefield.
He didn’t care about his subordinates, taking the spotlight, campaigning east and west, killing relentlessly, resulting in a severely skewed casualty ratio.
But it was of no use, as no successors ca, leaving his forces unchanged from before a battle to after.
Including himself, he seldom had chances for advancent.
In contrast, though his opponents suffered heavy casualties, every survivor underwent transformation.
It wasn’t unusual for exceptional talents, standing out from a hundred, to erge in a strike, with even one-in-a-million figures rising in splendor.
Then Tiga grew frustrated, wondering why his subordinates were such trash while others had so many supernovas.
So as the intensity of war heightened, they beca even less effective, forming a vicious circle.
Moreover, those who survived bore intense hatred towards him for the death of comrades, brothers, and family...
A greatly cohesive force.
At first, many defected to Tiga, but later they left or betrayed him.
Because under his leadership, there was no opportunity to showcase their talents.
Anyway, all victories were attributed to Tiga, so what relevance did this organization have to anyone else?
It was better to join the Seven Righteous from afar, thinking, at the ti when the Sea King was weak, I might die easily with him, but he needed ...
Ultimately, the enemies grew larger, mid-tier strongn sprouted like mushrooms after the rain, high-level talents were not few, and they laid a ten-sided ambush that succeeded in a single battle.
Tiga only lost one battle and lost everything.
His forces collapsed, his beloved beca soone else’s, while he was imprisoned deep underwater, his mind driven into darkness for twenty years.
This lesson was too profound, and there was nothing he could do but reflect.
So, after being rescued by Gao Xin, he calmly recounted his lessons to the Holy Spirit Society, viewing all Sea King Port did to him with tranquility, even resignedly stating: they deserved to win, I deserved to lose.
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