Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...
Despair surged like a flood and tsunami.
Even the Ancient Ones could no longer rekindle the last Allied Forces' desire to return home, no matter how they tried to inspire them in the face of the Storm Continent Council Allied Forces' final remnants.
"Please leave some seeds of civilization for the Storm Continent!"
Faced with the tearful, desperate pleas of the Central Civilization survivors, even the Ancient Ones, whose hearts were like stone and who had seen through everything, could not help revealing a pained expression.
But it could not respond to them.
By comparison, the Academic World, which still retained its final reserves of strength, was undoubtedly much more forceful.
"The Allied Forces' defeat is irreversible. We no longer have the prerequisites to continue with the plan. Even if we force a charge, we will only be throwing our lives away. We have done everything we could!"
It was not difficult to see from the Academic World's upper echelons' forceful attitude that they had clearly learned that their superiors had successfully contacted Orora World. With the Storm Continent's plan now so hopeless, it was time to return to the Storm Continent while the Allied Forces had yet to completely collapse, preserving their strength and waiting for the situation to change.
As for what that change would be, whether it was the Vortex Sea Lord or the Frost Continent, either would be far more significant than continuing to hold out here and now.
If they could successfully attract Orora World's attention and bring a third world into the war, then regardless of the outcome, the change in the situation would clearly be far greater than it was now!
Everyone was waiting for the old turtle's response.
"It seems this is already our limit."
Whether it