When the first ray of light dispelled the darkness, everyone in the Sand Realm felt as though they had survived a calamity. It was like escaping hell and returning to the Mortal World, as if reborn. Gazing at the warm and bright sunlight, everyone had some insights. However, more often than not, those were overshadowed by sorrow and exhaustion.
That night, the participants of the Six Great Divine Nations suffered heavy losses. Those who saw the sun the next day were all the strongest among the strong from each Divine Kingdom. After the seemingly endless hordes of Black Mirror Scorpions, Tongtian Worms, and various fierce beasts and poisonous insects unique to the desert had dispersed, people began to tally the losses and rush to recover their strength and heal their injuries.
After taking stock, everyone's heart was coated with a layer of frost. That night, two-thirds of the people had been lost.
