"Hoo——"
The heavy atmosphere lingered for quite a while before Ye Xuan exhaled heavily, opened his eyes and asked, "What are the casualties?"
"George and Roger were unfortunately hit in critical areas and are already gone."
Luo Qing walked up to Ye Xuan, sighed and said, "And several from Burton's group also suffered various injuries. Brode and Char just couldn't hold on."
Ye Xuan turned his head and saw the corpses of Purgatory's two Divine Weapons already placed on the grass outside the battle circle.
Burton and the other old guys were also in various states of injury, especially Brode and Char, afflicted with terminal illnesses, were barely clinging to life.
The whole scene was solemn, and nobody uttered unnecessary words.
This is what war is like.
Even though Ye Xuan's battle plan was perfectly executed, leading hundreds of injured from Purgatory to utterly destroy the grand mercenary alliance of over fourteen hundred, their side still inevitably faced losses.
