The situation on the field was greatly favorable to Saine and the others.
Yet Saine kept his gaze fixed, for the most part, on the battling legions of both sides steadily drawing closer from afar.
Just how grand was a war involving forces in the hundreds of millions?
Back when he had been near the Wonderful Plane battlefield, Saine had not felt it so clearly.
On one hand, the scale of combat between the two sides had not yet been this exaggerated.
On the other, the battlefield around the Wonderful Plane had been vast. Both sides' legions fought in the Star Realm, and Saine's field of vision could usually cover only one corner of it.
Unlike now, when the hundreds of millions of troops from both sides were crammed into a single subspace to fight, while reinforcements continued pouring in from both sides.
It was plain to see that the intensity of this subspace war would rise to another level before long.
Given his terrible condition, Saine truly had no desire to be dragged back into the frontline clash between the legions of both civilizations.
Seeing that Fumila and the others had already suppressed Bond's group, while the Federation Special Forces were suffering growing losses and seemed unable to continue intercepting and harassing them, Saine decisively ordered, "Let's go!"
With that, the demonic wings behind Saine spread open, and he flew straight away from the battlefield.
The Mo Yan Three Brothers, in their dragon beast forms, withdrew quickly as well.
The three brothers had already made a killing during this exploration of the subspace ruins. There was no need to keep putting themselves in danger.
Especially with those vast Federation War fleets approaching. They swept toward this place in a dense, black mass, their jet-black Metal Ships filling half the