The current developments had utterly surpassed his imagination. The Human Race was nowhere near as simple as he had imagined.
"General, retreat! The Human Race is coming at us."
"Yes, General, we really can't hold on anymore. Retreat, quickly! If we don't, we'll all die here."
"Please, General, let's go. We don't want to die here."
Listening to the pleas of the bronze-armored soldiers before him, Lin Yun finally slowly raised an arm.
He listened to the cries of battle around him, then finally shut his eyes tight and swung his arm down heavily.
"Everyone, retreat."
With that, countless soldiers turned and ran. The Human Race simply could not be suppressed. If they did not flee now, staying here meant certain death.
Under Lin Yun's lead, one Heavenly Court celestial soldier after another withdrew from this world.
At this point, they had completely lost the strength to fight on. Yet they could not return to the Heavenly Court either. Without orders from the Heavenly Court, they absolutely could not retreat. Now that they had run, they were deserters.
Under Heavenly Court law, deserters had only one fate: death.
And death by five bolts of lightning crashing down upon their heads. That kind of agony was not something ordinary people could endure.
In the boundless Starry Sky, the few scattered soldiers remaining all looked at Lin Yun with lingering fear on their faces.
Looking at this mere handful of survivors, Lin Yun felt a chill run through his heart.
This time, they were truly finished. Everyone was dead. Forget fighting their way back—even returning to the Heavenly Court itself was something they no longer dared to do. Now, they could either wander here or launch another attack.
"Fuck, what the hell did the Human Race take? Where did so many powerful