"I understand,"
Old Jin Number Nine gritted his teeth as he took the order, then commanded the troops to withdraw.
Several ultra-heavy bombs fell, turning the Fox King Laboratory into ruins, barely salvaging some valuable data.
The cremation of the fallen soldiers commenced, incinerating the bodies of the ferocious beasts along with them.
Before departing,
Old Jin Number Nine turned to look southward, the battle-hardened veterans with fists at their chests and tears in their eyes.
"Above Golden God!"
...
The year 207 of the Alliance.
The human alliance cleared the fields and burnt all the corpses, both new and old, within their borders.
The army retreated to the line of defenses near Xianjing Coastal, erecting fortifications, developing targeted weapons, and waiting in tight formation for the invasion of the Corpse Demons.
That same winter,
news of the calamity at Qiong Continent spread; three emperors died, the Dragon Emperor fled.
