Welcome On Your Arrival In Our World

More than half an hour had passed since the captive monsters from the Undead Dimension had been teleported to the gravel world. Teng Ran, who had been dozing on his chair with his legs crossed in front of him, finally opened his eyes and looked at the snake-headed monster beside him.

"What is the situation now?"

"1524 low-rank True Gods died, with 994 remaining; 1151 casualties for medium-ranks, with 668 remaining; 7 casualties for high-ranks, with 340 remaining," the snake-headed man finished sharing the data and continued, "Our opponents should have expended quite a lot of manpower; the number of our True Gods dying every minute is decreasing."

"This is good news, isn't it? It means that the number of True Gods on our opponents' side is decreasing," Teng Ran commented, lifting his brows.

The snake-headed man hesitated but added nonetheless, "However, the speed of the Virtual Gods dying has not slowed down; in fact, it's marginally increasing slowly..."