When an army was defeated, it collapsed like a mountain!
Even well-trained elite troops found it exceedingly difficult to reverse the rout once a total collapse began.
Let alone the ten-million-strong Water Clan army Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea had gathered together.
They were nothing but a motley rabble, without even unified drums, banners, or commands.
Once the rout began, trying to turn it around was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Thus, Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea could only watch helplessly as the ten-million-strong army he had personally assembled collapsed like a mountain and scattered like a tsunami.
One after another, they ran as though a pack of dragons were chasing their backsides, terrified of being too slow.
In the wake of that panic, countless Water Clan warriors were trampled or crushed to death amid the desperate stampede.
This left Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea feeling utterly disheartened. After this great rout, how many of those ten million Water Clan troops would be able to return to the North Sea, to their respective underwater estates?
This time, the North Sea would likely suffer a grievous blow to its vitality.
After casting a bitter glare at Ye Zhen, who stood atop Ao Qin's corpse and was cutting away Ao Qin's dragon horns, Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea waved a hand at the Dragon Kings of the various palaces, who were anxiously awaiting his orders. "Retreat. Gather as many routed troops as possible!"
This was probably the most stifling battle Dragon Lord Ao Ze of the North Sea had ever fought.
He clearly had ten million troops under his command. No matter how he fought, he held an absolute advantage. That was why, after failing to assault the natural