The God Chosen, Old Bai, and Singh exchanged glances, and they, too, began to feel they should retreat.
The Universe God Race lived up to its reputation, both in cunning and in strength.
Besides, Voldemort was on the ground, leading a legion of Death Eaters and eyeing the Earth Contractors like a predator.
There were fewer than twenty Earth Contractors at this point, far too few to contend with Voldemort and Xia Ya. Retreating was the wise choice.
Both sides recognized the other's formidable strength, and the Earth conquerors began to withdraw slowly.
Xia Ya and Voldemort did not pursue them. They still had plenty of trump cards up their sleeves, and there was no need to fight a decisive battle now.
The Earth side had lost this battle.
During the breakout, six Domain Contractors had died, and one Conqueror had lost an arm.
If Kirk hadn't insisted on rescuing them—even at the cost of sacrificing two Giant Dragons, Níðhöggr and Geng Zhuo, who had fought to the death to help—Earth might have lost two more Conquerors and at least ten Domain Experts!
After reaching the Order of the Phoenix's secret meeting house, Kirk jumped down from the Giant Dragon.
Mbete suddenly threw an arm around Kirk's neck. "Bro! You were awesome! Seriously, awesome! We owe you one."
Kirk wasn't used to two Black guys being so warm and exuberant. He chuckled. "I rescued you for the sake of the war, too. You don't have to thank me so much."
Jacob, the chubby man in the headscarf, remained calm. He simply gave Kirk a thumbs-up, but didn't seem particularly grateful. Kirk just smiled and let it go.
He hadn't expected this group of unruly Black men to be grateful to him. As long as they kept doing their part for