This maddening and bloody battle seed to be drawing to a temporary close.
Like two raging behemoths, both covered in scars and utterly exhausted, needing to shrink back into their lairs to lick their wounds and recover strength.
Everyone thought that in such a hopeless situation, Princess Na Xue would not continue, would not persist in such futile casualties.
In the floating palace in the sky, Princess Na Xue at this mont was like a wounded beast trapped, her eyes bloodshot, her whole being filled with a kind of nearly insane glow.
At this mont, no one dared provoke her, no one dared advise her; anyone daring to counsel retreat would unquestionably et their death.
But everyone knew that this battle could not continue. The Bloodsucking Demon Race’s military strength had already lost nearly half, the most elite force had lost two-fifths; if they continued fighting, they’d be entirely depleted. Besides, these terrifying casualties had beco aningless, ensuring they could not win.
Both sides were contesting casualties, even if pushed to the end, Emperor Di Nie would still win, because at this mont the strength in Di Nie’s hands was over thirty percent more than Na Xue’s. Not to ntion the Tiancha King had not yet made a move, still eyeing from behind, alongside the ever-scheming Lanling.
"Retreat!" Emperor Di Ming finally spoke, saying, "Forging the undead takes ti; if we don’t retreat now, those top-tier Bloodsucking Demons would have sacrificed in vain."
The Undead Legion was Princess Na Xue’s most powerful and terrifying force.
Each undead warrior was forged from deceased Bloodsucking Demon Race mbers. This was the ultimate power of the Bloodsucking Demon Race; once an undead warrior fell, they were completely reduced to ashes, utterly wiped out.
In this battle, over ten million Bloodsucking Demons from Na Xue’s side perished, with only less than two hundred thousand bodies preserved, the rest shattered into pieces beyond recovery.
These two hundred thousand bodies needed to be forged into the Undead Warrior Legion, requiring astonishing energy and a relatively lengthy period.
Right now, these bodies were sealed inside special giant energy coffins, absorbing the death energy of the battlefield.
"We can’t win; continuing the fight would spell disaster!" Emperor Di Ming said.
Princess Na Xue sat there motionless, as if oblivious.
"As long as the green hills remain, there’s no fear of no firewood!" Emperor Di Ming said.
Na Xue raised her head, rasping, "Do you know, in this battle, I lost to Di Nie. This ans I’ve lost in the grand sche; in my struggle with her, perhaps I can never turn the tables."
Emperor Di Ming replied, "You are simply too strong-willed, unable to accept loss. But in this world, the most feared are those who can’t accept defeat. So people lose often but can gain everything with just one win. While so always win, yet just one loss ans complete ruin. Do not beco one who cannot afford to lose. Failure is normal, and acknowledging it is a noble quality—knowing sha is courage!"
"Spare the useless pep talk," Na Xue retorted, "I’d rather perish in glory than cowardly retreat and compromise."
Emperor Di Ming’s expression changed, and he said, "You... you still want to wage war?"
"Yes..." Na Xue said, "Everyone says I’m exhausted, but little do they know Di Nie is the sa. At this point, what decides victory is not strength, but will. Whoever grits their teeth and fights to the end will seize the final victory. Because no one knows who’ll suddenly collapse, but I refuse to be the one who falls."
Emperor Di Ming looked at Na Xue, his face twitching.
This woman he cherished and admired the most was like the most reckless of gamblers, never leaving the table until winning or losing everything.
Indeed, she was the kind of person who couldn’t afford to lose.
Emperor Di Ming thought of another person, Lanling!
Lanling was also soone who couldn’t afford to lose; one loss for him ant destruction, ant having nothing left.
In the Human Kingdom, back when he was Suo Lun, he won continuously, moving from victory to victory.
But one final defeat, and Suo Lun’s family would collapse, all foundations gone. Not only did he et with sudden death, but his family also suffered, the title of Regent King lost, and the centuries-old foundation of Tianshui City utterly eradicated.
Once Lanling launched a decisive battle, he would never stop, never retreat, only fighting to the end, throwing down the last chip, wagering his life.
Taking a deep breath, Emperor Di Ming knelt down, placing his forehead against the ground.
Na Xue’s expression changed, saying, "What are you doing? Stand up! You are my family, my kin, you shouldn’t do this!"
"Your Highness, I almost never kneel to you." Emperor Di Ming said, "But this ti I implore you to consider carefully, retreat to preserve strength, lest our Bloodsucking Demon Race face total annihilation."
Na Xue’s gaze softened, saying, "Brother, you always tell to retreat, retreat, retreat! Don’t you know I cannot retreat? A step back ans destruction. Once we retreat, I can never break out of the Rakshasa Domain again; how would I face Lanling’s triumphant sneer?"
Emperor Di Ming said, "Your Highness, you’re much smarter than I am. So you undoubtedly know that war is rely a continuation of politics. What cannot be obtained on the battlefield might still be acquired politically. Once we retreat to the Rakshasa Domain, the situation in the Southern Barbaric Lands is sure to change drastically. Moreover, there’s no need to retreat fully to the Rakshasa Domain; a thousand miles back should suffice."
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