Return

Xu Wuyi fully spread his Order perception, bringing the entire battlefield within several hundred kilometers into his awareness.

The Feathered Human forces' distribution, the speed of their retreat, the extent of their chaos—all of it appeared with perfect clarity in his perception.

Furywind's flagship was at the very front of the retreating forces. It was a colossal dark-gold troop transport, its wing-shaped hull decorations especially conspicuous in the void.

More than a dozen escort ships guarded the flagship. Their cannons kept firing toward the rear, attempting to slow the Federation fleet's pursuit.

But the delaying effect was extremely limited. One shot from Qin Wu's dreadnought main cannon could punch through the shields of two escort ships. Before a dreadnought, those escorts were as fragile as paper.

Xu Wuyi withdrew his gaze from Furywind's flagship.

He did not need to act.

This pursuit battle did not require his intervention. The Federation fleet's advantage was too overwhelming, while the Feathered Humans' morale was too low. Victory and defeat had been decided before the battle even began.

All he needed to do was remain here and ensure that Frostwing would not suddenly strike in from the flank to rescue Furywind.

Frostwing did not come.

Following Frostwing's orders, the Frost Temple's main force retreated in orderly fashion toward the homeworld. Frostwing did not even send reconnaissance craft to look at the situation in the Twelfth Defense Zone. He had devoted all his attention to preserving his own troops.

He knew Furywind could no longer be saved. Rather than rescue a wager doomed to lose, he might as well gather all his chips back and save them for the next game.

Furywind's forces suffered grievous losses during their retreat.

Of the twelve combat units, five were surrounded and annihilated by the Federation fleet. Three