As expected, the celestials didn't last long. When the time hit two o'clock in the morning, a lot of celestials had already retreated to replenish their energy.
Hitting this barrier was like hitting a ball of cotton.
They didn't give the damage they wanted to the target, and all their punches felt empty.
The celestials had never been treated like this, and the hot-blooded ones were already fed up with this way of war.
The youngsters thought the war would be like what their ancestors described.
Brutal and full of madness.
However, this war was strange.
Instead of fighting the blood clan members, they were the ones being massacred instead, and in just two hours, they lost as many as 50.000 celestials!
In terms of casualties alone, they already lost to the blood clan.
