"Brother Zhuang, how have you been recently?" Jia Zhuocheng sat beside Zhuang Xian and asked.
Zhuang Xian sighed, with an unmistakable fatigue on his face: "Many members of the clan have died in battle. I'm now worried about how to explain to their families after we get out. Those young people were carefully selected from the tribe and were about to reach the final stage but fell halfway..."
Jia Zhuocheng also smiled bitterly: "I'm in the same boat. The Stele Demon is more troublesome and fearsome than we anticipated. The clan's casualty rate is nearly 20% higher than estimated. Some of my old subordinates have also fallen, and I don't know how to tell their families when I return."
He paused and lowered his voice a bit more: "Brother Zhuang, the final battle is imminent, and it will definitely be extremely difficult. Our clans have been allied for many years, and this time we must watch out for each other."
