Blue Sky Engineering Academy held an emergency meeting that night.
It was a painful decision, and the atmosphere throughout the meeting was deeply oppressive.
Although the most elite scholars stationed at the academy had been sent away the night before, the earlier proposal had called for allowing them at least two days to evacuate, so as to avoid another disastrous rout like the one on the front lines.
That meant Blue Sky Engineering Academy would have to hold out for at least one more day.
But this city academy, filled with ruins and rubble, had no defensible positions left. Its reserves of strength had also been completely depleted over the past four days of fierce fighting.
More importantly!
Whether it was Flame Demon Roarer, Corleon, or that Ancient Aurora man, Shura Path, they had clearly all reached their limits. The other Pioneers were in no better shape. If another battle came tomorrow, there was a very good chance that many of them would fall.
Shura Path in particular.
After enduring the desperate charge of more than forty Destroyer chieftains, the battle had been so brutal that it made one's blood run cold. Even Flame Demon Roarer doubted he could have held out for more than a moment. By now, everyone had gained a deep understanding of what it meant to be a people born for battle.
Shura Path remained unconscious. Whether he would wake up tomorrow was anyone's guess.
According to the medical scholars, his potential and stamina had been severely exhausted. Without several days to recover, he would likely remain unconscious, and even after waking, he might suffer a period of weakness.
"We should withdraw."
It was Isotjon who spoke, breaking the oppressive silence.
Under everyone's gaze, he said in a low voice, "Of the Seventeen Pioneers, only eight