Wu Zhen was accustomed to defying orders, but the worst part was that his experience of successfully breaking out would lend considerable weight to his words.
If he acted willfully again in Bi Tao's future battles, he might affect the course of the entire war.
Most officials and military personnel hoped Wu Zhen would die in battle, lest a new difficult situation arise in the future.
But after considering everything, they could only send him away as quickly as possible. The sheer absurdity of it was hard to deny.
As Qu Jianlei and the others watched coldly from the sidelines, the three advancing Forest Seas had also suffered nearly fifty percent losses.
Leaving the Alliance's losses aside for the moment, even more Forest Seas were pressing down behind those three.
They had followed behind the harassment troops. It seemed even the Alien Race knew how to apply pressure to the limit...
After seven or eight hours, the Alliance finally managed to mostly repel the Alien Race's harassment.
Scattered fighting continued, while Alliance soldiers began clearing the battlefield. Their losses in this battle had been substantial.
But Qu Jianlei and the others remained unmoved—since you all said the Empire would cause trouble, merely standing by and watching was already generous of us.
Those who had hidden in shelters had yet to receive word that the alert was lifted. The battle was not completely over.
Just then, the High-Fidelity Replica of Red Mist around Xiao Hu's clone's feet began babbling, even forming an arrow.
Rarely, Xiao Hu actually understood some of it. "You mean... you want a piece of a tree's remains?"
More than five hundred meters ahead lay a broken tree branch that had fallen from the sky, over a meter thick and four or five meters long.
The High-Fidelity Replica