Nightdemon didn't particularly care about the losses suffered by the allied forces, even if some night growlers died as well. No wars were bloodless, and the world of primordial chaos had stockpiled far more than enough resources than could be depleted by this confrontation alone.

"They're just flexible thinkers," Zhang Lie replied modestly, though he was smiling.

Wilbow asked, "The death spirits' weapons are far stronger than expected. Do either of you have a plan for dealing with them?"

"As far as I'm aware, whatever engine the death spirits are using must surely be overheating after producing a laser of such high intensity." Zhang Lie's eyes...