In less than a second, the ship spirit accurately transmitted Silas's command into the core control of every magic puppet.
Receiving the order, hundreds of magic puppet squads began an orderly retreat.
In other directions, the Fourth Floating Fleet and the Fifth Floating Fleet executed Silas's command in synchronization, withdrawing the magic puppet forces while simultaneously executing large-scale lava spells.
Deep beneath the Babula Fortress Group, facing the gradually retreating enemy forces, most of the soldiers morale soared, and only a small number of commanders felt that something was wrong.
"General, the enemy has retreated." A soldier with a severed arm dragged his scarred body to the side of the fortress garrison general, enduring intense pain as he reported.
The fortress garrison general looked at the warehouse transformed into ruins, and the bodies of more than a thousand soldiers already buried within the ruins, and slowly sat down.
Facing two puppets comparable to Eighth Rank warriors, he, a Ninth Rank warrior, could actually only barely resist.
If several deputy generals had not held back the third puppet comparable to an Eighth Rank warrior, he probably would have already gone to see the God of Holy Blood.
Wrong.
The fortress garrison general suddenly stood up, looked at the soldiers cleaning the battlefield, and shouted loudly, "Retreat, retreat to the depths."
Hearing this, the remaining hundreds of soldiers stood in a daze for a few seconds, then sprinted toward the underground passage leading deeper in.
"Quickly go notify nearby troops."
"Yes."
Three minutes later, tens of thousands of pillars of flame descended from the sky.
In an instant, the earth turned into a purgatory, and countless rocks turned into scalding liquid.
Rivers of lava roared down the ridge, instantly swallowing the charred tree trunks, leaving only a few wisps of blue smoke