The remaining chief gods standing before the Twisted Void all had the same three words spring to mind: They couldn't afford to play.
At the same time, they paid no attention to the suspiciously rapid retreat of their subordinate races' warriors. The artillery fire in the East Sea was so ferocious, far beyond their expectations. This was an intelligence failure, and the blame lay with Wang Shijie, not those warriors.
They, as gods, understood better than anyone how much damage passing through the Twisted Void inflicted on the body. When they had hunted the old gods, they had crossed multiple Twisted Voids. Each crossing greatly reduced their combat strength.
If the East Sea had still been as described in the initial intelligence, with few heavy weapons, then the Scorpion Men, Orcs, and Fire Demons could have launched a fierce assault. But now the firepower was more than a hundred times stronger than before, and they did not want to watch their pawns die for nothing.
Although teleporting over only to retreat was somewhat humiliating, they grew excited at the thought that the warriors of the three races would soon find food and water. By tomorrow morning, they could launch a counterattack, destroy the East Sea's defensive positions, and then begin the sacrifice that would allow them to enter the human world ahead of schedule.
The chieftains of the Fire Demon Clan, Orcs, and Scorpion Men thought the same way. Yet they did not speed up their retreat. Instead, they ordered all their clansmen to maintain neat ranks as they withdrew with elegance, because they could not allow the gods' glory to be tarnished.
Watching those idiots from afar, Lu Yang desperately wanted to order the heavy artillery and Rocket Cannon Legion to blast them to death. But he knew that