As the White Mist trembled, Human Head snorted coldly. "That's how it should be. The swarm's Shepherd-class... are almost all dead!"
The Void Shepherd sounded like a single entity, but in truth, it was not.
Though Cultivators were unwilling to provoke the Void Shepherd, after so many years of accumulated experience, they had more or less grasped the general situation.
The Void Shepherd was a composite formed from Shepherd-class Insects, embodying the collective will of the swarm.
Individual will certainly had some influence too, but not much.
When Shepherd-class Insects were killed, replacement individuals would immediately and rapidly raise their own realms to temporarily fill the gap.
However, even "quasi-Shepherd-class" Insects were not especially numerous.
With eight True Monarchs striking at the swarm, they naturally prioritized attacking the Void Shepherd, focusing their damage on the swarm's main force.
For replacements to raise their realms also required a process, and there would not be many candidates capable of advancing rapidly in the middle of battle.
Only when the swarm had endured to the point where it could endure no longer did it draw in the Super-Dimensional Fluctuation.
This might not have been an autonomous choice. It was more like a response mechanism—the swarm had suffered severe damage, triggering the corresponding reaction.
If there really were a powerful, independent Shepherd individual, it might very well be able to draw in Super-Dimensional Space Ripples with a single thought.
Not like now, giving the cultivators a certain amount of warning and time to react.
In simple terms, it bore some characteristics of a giant celestial phenomenon, only it was not that slow, yet it was not as fast as a spell either.
"Then prepare to withdraw," Wenshi ordered. He was the main force in the battle, and also the commander.
It was not that