After savoring the most satisfying meal of his life to the fullest,
the Felin Demon Sunflower—High Priest, who had never once ventured beyond the barrier since birth—immediately turned his gaze greedily and reluctantly toward somewhere in the south.
There, he could clearly sense vast quantities of Life Force.
Presumably,
that was some kind of settlement or town.
Having just eaten but only reached half-full, he found it somewhat hard to endure, as though his stomach were still rumbling.
It made him desperately want to lead his army south, devour every last bit of Life Force there, and eat his fill without restraint!
But unfortunately,
he understood that this place was not somewhere they could remain for long.
If they really delayed until the Salen Sprite Race arrived, this group of prisoners who had only just escaped and had yet to recover their strength would most likely be driven straight back in to continue their miserable lives.
Thus, after reluctantly withdrawing his gaze, the High Priest waved his slender limbs and gave the order:
"Retreat with me..."
Leading the vast procession, he began fleeing in a certain direction.
Far away, Iolam observed the situation through magic. Aside from his expression turning increasingly ugly, there was nothing he could do.
Even though he could see the weakness of his old enemy, he still had the will but lacked the strength.
After all, the other side had overwhelming numbers, and their abilities completely countered his.
Even in such terrible condition, they still left him without the slightest confidence.
In the end, after they fled farther and farther away, he could only curse inwardly with an exceedingly dark expression, then turn and head in a direction completely opposite to that of the Felin Devil Sunflower Race's escape.
However, after taking only a few steps,