"Blood Son, fleeing before battle carries severe punishment," Salina said helplessly.
"Don't talk nonsense. How could this Blood Son possibly flee before battle? At most, it would be a tactical retreat," the Blood God Clone said.
"..."
Salina looked at him contemptuously.
Tactical retreat, my ass.
Could he not make running away sound so grandiose? Did he really think no one could see through it?
Did he take everyone for fools?
"Preserving our strength is the proper course. We can make a comeback next time," the Blood God Clone continued righteously.
"The battle hasn't even started, and you're already thinking about losing. Isn't that a little inappropriate?" Salina asked speechlessly.
"You don't understand. I'm preparing for a rainy day," the Blood God Clone said solemnly.
In truth, neither he nor the main body knew whether the Light Universe could win this time. After all, they still had not figured out the Darkness Breeds' methods.
And there was that super powerhouse. Who knew whether it would descend upon this void again?
Everything was unknown.
This war was ultimately unlike the previous battles. Trying to drive the Darkness Breeds away completely was simply far too difficult.
But that did not stop the Blood God Clone from finding himself an escape route in advance.
What if they lost?
What if?
He had to prepare beforehand. He could not just sit around and wait for death.
Even if returning to the Darkness World meant suffering some punishment, he still had to preserve his status as the Blood Clan Blood Child.
Besides, if it truly came to that, the other Darkness Breed powerhouses would probably flee as well. He would not be the only one. The law did not punish the masses.
So what the hell was there to fear?
Salina had not thought of