Amid the writhing clouds of flesh and blood, waves of murmurs rose once more.
These sounds resembled no language, without grammar or pattern, yet when Lin Qiye heard them, he could vaguely grasp their meaning.
—Now that these ants cannot stop our advance, why should we leave?
Great Xia was currently besieged by six Lovecraftian Gods. Places guarded by human gods could still hold on, but the remaining two passes could not last much longer with only Human Apex defending them. If they delayed a while longer, They would surely gain an absolute advantage.
The Black Goat did not understand why they had to retreat at a time like this.
"Idiot." An Qingyu spoke coldly. "Nicholas, if you want to seek death yourself, I will not stop you... but I have to take my people with me."
With a casual wave of An Qingyu's hand, the Lovecraftian Deities surrounding Great Xia's various War Passes seemed to receive some signal. They simultaneously abandoned the battles before them and retreated into the mist.
These Lovecraftian Deities had been saved by An Qingyu from the lunar war four years ago. Over the past four years, They had always obeyed his commands, so when An Qingyu ordered Them to retreat, They naturally did not hesitate in the slightest.
Seeing An Qingyu directly withdraw everyone, the Black Goat's body began to churn violently. Countless crimson eyes opened amid the clouds, glaring furiously at An Qingyu as a sharp, ear-piercing roar erupted from within.
It was obvious that the Black Goat was deeply dissatisfied with An Qingyu's actions.
But An Qingyu ignored this completely, turning and walking into the mist. Several figures swiftly vanished without a trace.
Just as the Black Goat hesitated in place, a voice mixed with Sword Intent suddenly drifted across the boundless