"Damn it, we can't keep fighting. Retreat—retreat immediately!"
At this moment, the medieval demon Elvis's expression had turned incomparably grim. He had already clearly realized that, with his own strength, he simply could not kill Fengdu, this ancient demon.
If this continued, he might even be the one to die.
Without another word, his figure flashed as he immediately chose to retreat.
"No way, retreat? He's just an ancient demon, and we're actually being made to run? What kind of joke is this?"
"This is no joke. Didn't you see the captain's miserable state just now? Even after deploying his spacetime domain, he couldn't do anything to Fengdu. That demon is clearly extremely sinister, and his strength is anything but ordinary."
"Indeed. More than twenty ancient demons attacked together just now, yet we were all severely wounded in an instant. Our Spatial Domains were as fragile as paper mache. If this goes on, we'll probably be finished."
"As long as the green hills remain, there'll be no shortage of firewood. There's no need to fight this demon to the bitter end."
"Exactly. Hell is vast. It doesn't matter if we go invade other low-level hell planes."
The other demons had also received Elvis's divine-sense transmission and learned of the order to retreat.
They were shocked that their captain, Elvis, intended to retreat. After all, a dignified medieval demon being frightened into retreat by an ancient demon was simply the greatest humiliation, something that would become the laughingstock of countless demons.
But having survived in the void of Hell for so long, they naturally understood what caution was, what it meant to advance and retreat. Choosing to withdraw when faced with danger was nothing shameful.
Only by staying alive would they have the right to choose their future.
Otherwise, once they