"Kill."
With a sweep of Poison Venerable's hand, the three million Heavenly Demons below transformed into a torrential flood and charged at the very front of the army, forcibly tearing open a gap ahead.
The army passed through the encirclement with ease.
Had those forces been gathered together, Ye Lin might have had a headache for a while. But the problem was that they had scattered their strength.
A force that had originally been powerful was split apart to surround them from four directions, naturally weakening each individual contingent considerably.
The army continued its charge. One Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal after another returned to the warships, while the Void Dragon Clan army behind them did not continue the pursuit, as though they had already seen the outcome.
Even if they caught up, it would only be a dead end.
It had taken merely five hundred breaths for the army to break through the encirclement and launch its counterattack, utterly stunning the Void Dragon Clan.
Watching the warships depart and completely enter the core region, the Void Dragon Clan general leading the forces stood rooted to the spot in a daze.
"General, our troops have suffered grievous losses. Three million True Immortals have fallen, along with five Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals."
Listening to the report from the soldier beside him, the middle-aged man in silver armor looked incomparably grim.
Were the people above him full of shit for brains?
Even if their forces had all been combined, they would have had to fight that army bitterly for several months.
Yet now they had dispersed their army to encircle the entire star system. Was that something they could possibly contain?
They had suffered such losses after just one clash—three million True Immortals. Good heavens.
It was already exceedingly difficult to nurture a