Yao Ming led his army back to the Demon Horn Empire in a sorry state. Seeing that Great Qin had not continued its assault, he let out a breath of relief, then immediately ordered his men to reinforce their defenses and activate every kind of grand formation to prevent Great Qin from attacking.
Yao Ming's face was deathly pale. He now understood that he and Zhao Fu had long ceased to be people on the same level, and the Demon Horn Empire and the Great Qin Empire were no longer on the same level either.
Neither he nor the Demon Horn Empire was any longer a match for Great Qin. This dealt a crushing blow to Yao Ming, who had once been brimming with confidence and constantly dreamed of destroying Great Qin, leaving him without his former self-assurance.
What he thought about now was how to withstand Great Qin in the future, not how to attack Great Qin.
The Demon Horn Empire had also suffered tremendous losses this time. Of the original thirty billion Demon Horn soldiers sent out, only half returned. Vast numbers of soldiers had either scattered in flight or died at Great Qin's hands.
Replenishing their forces would require a considerable amount of time and resources. The entire Demon Horn Empire could be said to have been grievously weakened at its foundation.
Turning to the other side, Li Baiqing and the Fire Flame Kingdom had also descended, fleeing back in a somewhat bedraggled state.
At that moment, a burly general roared angrily, "Consort! I now declare that all your authority is stripped away. The army will be entirely under my command, and I will immediately order the whole army to withdraw."
"We came here to fight this battle and gained nothing at all, yet lost more than