The Allied army's scale losses mounted, particularly after the full return of the Immortal and Demon small city's territorial army. The speed of the Allied army's troop attrition accelerated dramatically.
The strength of the territorial army grew relentlessly in battle, with continuous golden light signifying upgrades descending from the heavens. As of now, the Immortal and Demon small city's territorial army boasted seven Saint-tier powerhouses and over a thousand Sovereign-tier powerhouses. These troops rampaged across the battlefield, making the territorial army seem more like a catastrophe to the Allied forces. For the territorial army, these Allied legions were merely experience points waiting to be harvested. Through relentless monster grinding and dungeon clearing, the territorial army's strength rapidly increased.
However, it had to be admitted that the Allied army, with its over a hundred million troops, was indeed very strong. Occasionally, some of the Immortal and Demon small city's territorial troops would still fall. But those that perished were almost immediately revived and thrown back into the fray, their strength undiminished.
This situation gradually came to the attention of the high-ranking officials of the Allied factions, leaving them dumbfounded. How could they possibly continue playing like this? When their own troops fell, they were gone, with many turning into nothing but dust. Yet, the enemy possessed the ability to revive fallen troops. And not only could they revive them, but they could also immediately deploy them back into battle, which was utterly exasperating.
The defensive strength of the Immortal and Demon small city's walls had already been a significant headache. Now, their troops were even more monstrous. If this continued, they would simply watch their own troops fall in droves, while not a single enemy soldier was eliminated. The top lords felt a deep sense of melancholy. Some high-ranking officials even began to waver, questioning whether this war was the right decision.
Despite this, the Allied army continued to charge forward fearlessly, engaging the Immortal and Demon small city's territorial army in a desperate struggle. As time ticked by, the Immortal and Demon small city's troops grew stronger and more formidable, making them increasingly difficult to kill. The Allied army, on the other hand, was like ripe rice, being harvested in swathes by the Immortal and Demon small city's forces.
By the later stages, even the lords who had remained in the rear felt a chill run down their spines as they observed the battlefield situation. Many of them couldn't help but begin to retreat, seemingly wanting to escape. However, they found themselves blocked by those behind them. Unless all the lords wished to retreat, there was no possibility of them doing so.
Meanwhile.
More and more lords began to curse vehemently.
"Damn it! This war should never have been fought! That bastard Old Zhu is a complete swindler!"
"Who could have imagined that Qian Mo's troops could actually revive? This is too damn bizarre!"
"Why does Qian Mo have such excellent troops, and why do we not get any of this good fortune?"
"If it weren't for the vast difference in appearance, I would be absolutely convinced that Qian Mo's troops aren't some immortal or demonic soldiers, but undead creatures!"
"Undead creatures? Hell no! My troops are undead creatures, and look at them, they fall just the same!"
"The revival of undead creatures relies on the power of the soul, but Qian Mo's troops seem to revive much more easily than by expending soul power!"
"In this situation, our casualties are increasing, while Qian Mo's troops are not only hard to kill but are getting stronger. This is too much!"
"We should never have participated in this war in the first place. They said so many troops could definitely defeat Qian Mo. What a joke!"
"Most importantly, Qian Mo's troop strength is continuously growing. The weakest are now already Spirit-tier, and there are over a thousand at Sovereign-tier or above, along with seven Saint-tier powerhouses. It's simply crushing our troop strength!"
"Give it a rest. Look, have their Saint-tier troops even joined the fight? And a good portion of the Sovereign-tier ones are just watching from the sidelines. Clearly, they're treating us as experience fodder, letting their troops grind for experience!"
"This Qian Mo is simply despicable! No! He's utterly hateful! If he really had the guts, he'd just finish us all at once. Instead, he's slowly bleeding us dry!"
"I want to retreat!"
"Me too..."
The more these lords spoke, the more suffocated they felt. Their expressions were like those of wronged little brides, appearing both wronged and mournful. They watched helplessly as their own troops were killed one by one, while Xiao Mo's forces grew stronger and could revive infinitely. This feeling was truly infuriating and suffocating. They were no longer thinking about how to break through the Immortal and Demon small city's defenses. Their minds were now consumed by how many of their troops would remain after this war.
Of course, the matter that puzzled them the most was why Xiao Mo's troops could revive infinitely.
A moment later, a suddenly enlightened individual's eyes brightened, and a look of understanding dawned on his face.
"Haha... I know! The reason Qian Mo's troops can revive infinitely must be due to the Immortal and Demon Reincarnation Pool!"
"After all, it's a unique troop building. Having such a special function is perfectly reasonable!"
Upon hearing this, the lords around them nodded in agreement. This explanation was quite plausible. It was, after all, a unique troop building in this world, so even the most monstrous or heaven-defying functions wouldn't be considered excessive.
At this thought, some faces showed greed, while others displayed a sense of helplessness. The greedy lords naturally thought of storming the Immortal and Demon small city, destroying its Territorial Heart, and obtaining the blueprint for the Immortal and Demon Reincarnation Pool. The lords who felt helpless believed that even if they found the cause, it was of no use.
Currently, the Allied army's strength was gradually weakening, while Qian Mo's troop strength was growing. Victory seemed impossible. If this trend continued, once the Allied army was routed, Qian Mo's troops could potentially gain thousands more Sovereign-tier powerhouses, and perhaps even several Saint-tiers.
Contemplating the future, many lords turned ashen. The war had reached this point; attempting to retreat now seemed unlikely. Even if they could retreat, would Qian Mo allow them to? They had arrived full of confidence, but now, they might not be able to return...
Currently, Xiao Mo stood on the walls of the Immortal and Demon small city, observing the battle below. A faint smile perpetually graced his lips. His mood was excellent. After all, so many experience points, so many easy kills. After this war, the strength of the Immortal and Demon small city's troops would likely experience a leap in improvement.
After all, these were hundreds of millions of troops. If they were all annihilated, even if his troops were mere pigs, they could probably all be promoted to Sovereign-tier!
ps: I was too busy on New Year's Eve and could only manage one update. My apologies to all readers! Nan Feng wishes all readers good health, fulfillment of wishes, a Happy New Year, all the best, and good luck in the Year of the Tiger!