Within the main army.
The clang and roar of Divine Iron echoed as wave after wave of vast Venerable auras swept across the Great Saint Pass, the pressure so immense that it crushed the Sea of Death in this region, causing it to sink and dissipate!
"Retreat!!!"
A voice like thunder boomed across the battlefield.
The order was absolute, and the army fell back!
They were no longer making foolhardy sacrifices in a blind charge, but were steadily retreating, pushed back by the pressure at the defensive line.
BZZZ—
Wu Dao paused in his steps.
He looked up, his gaze following the path cleared through the army as it parted like a tide, and landed on the Venerable Desolate Gods standing tall atop the towering, colossal ships in the center of the enemy formation.
There were members of the Tuomu Race, and also the Luo Fish Race.
