The mithril wind slip arrived, and there was a nine-in-ten chance the fighting had already ended over there. The main force of the Dragon Clan might even have returned. Though she had already suspected as much, Golden Wind Worm Empress still couldn't help asking.
She still clung to a little hope. What if Red Demon Ant Queen, Palace Master Manghu, and the others had held Sevenfold Island and used its restrictions to kill or wound a great many dragons? If the enemy had suffered heavy losses, they might still have a chance.
"The Dragon Clan is stronger than we imagined. Old Monster Qiūmèng's cave abode is a thing of the past, and their main force is already on its way back. It's time to withdraw." Golden Wind Worm Empress dispelled her companion's wishful thinking.
Whether the enemy was returning victorious or empty-handed, as long as they were no longer tied down, they couldn't afford to linger.
If they withdrew now, they might still preserve some of the spoils they had seized in their campaigns. If they stayed any longer, they might end up stealing a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it, and have to spit out every benefit they had swallowed.
"Should we discuss it with Bloodwind Marten Venerable and Silver-Winged Corpse-Ba?" Golden Wind Worm Empress asked.
"No need. Don't underestimate those two. If we got the news, they probably made similar arrangements. And even if they didn't, they'll figure it out when they see us moving. If they can't even understand that, they deserve to be fools to the end." Golden Wind Worm Empress shook her head.
Sure enough, before Golden Wind Worm Empress could even give the order to retreat, Silver-Winged Corpse-Ba's forces had already begun withdrawing. Clearly, they had received the news a