Feng Jun gave a brief explanation, then hurried back to the Insectoid World. To his astonishment, in the short time he had spent speaking with True Immortal Qingwei, the Insect Race had already begun gradually withdrawing from the battle.
The first to retreat were the Insect Race's Golden Core cultivators. There had originally been a little over twenty of them on this small battlefield, but only five or six remained. After contacting one another and confirming that their companions had truly vanished, they withdrew without hesitation.
Even as they retreated, they did not forget to urge the low-level insects to launch a fierce assault. At the end of the day, this was a tactic, not merely because they feared death—only by advancing in order to retreat could they withdraw more calmly.
In the eyes of the Insect Race's higher-ups, low-level insects existed to be sacrificed. There was nothing to regret about using them now.
The insects had launched their attack in the middle of the night, and their offensive was currently weakening bit by bit. Yet Hesheng's security forces had truly failed to notice it. Although quite a few of them had served in the military, battlefield judgment required exceptionally high professional competence and comprehensive intelligence-gathering capabilities.
Hesheng's security personnel could not achieve that. Fighters with strong professional skills would not simply leave after completing their military service; most would extend their terms of service. As for intelligence-gathering capabilities... Hesheng was merely a private enterprise and sorely lacked the foundation in that regard.
Not to mention that a torrential rain was falling at the scene, severely hindering observation.
However, He Runxian noticed it, because the attacks on several storage yards he was watching most closely... had sharply decreased!
No. 3 Storage Yard had suffered the worst pounding. Its energy shield