Rewinding Time, Second Shock

"We won, but…"

After sighing, Luo Ye turned his head to look at the ground, and then he revealed a look of pity.

The Holy Sword City had long since disappeared, leaving only a few ruins. The distant mountains, valleys, and everything else in sight had been reduced to a blackish-red plain.

The black color was the mark left behind by the shadow 'Drizzle' on the ground, while the red color was the color of the blood of millions of Warlocks that had flowed into the ground and mixed with the soil.

In this battle, not to mention the deaths of many fifth-circle warlocks, the death rate of low-level warlocks was also extremely high.

99%!

That's right, almost 100 percent of the Warlocks had died in this area. Although the Bloodline Towers only occupied less than 30 percent of the area, it was still a terrifying proportion!

As for the celestials, it was still alright. Other than a few unlucky ones, most of them survived.