Iron Eagle turned back and finally saw what state his Demonfolk were in. Large numbers of Demonfolk were constantly falling and dying. Those besieging the others in particular had suffered grievous casualties—there was not a single one left.
There were definitely reinforcements. Suddenly, Iron Eagle spotted several tiny black specks. They were precisely the culprits behind the Demonfolk deaths. "These are insects! Damn it, it's that Insect Spirit Master from the Southern Cloud Kingdom." Iron Eagle finally realized.
"Ah..." A scream suddenly rang out from the other side. Demonfolk would not scream; only humans could. Yet this scream was different. Not only was it full-throated, it also carried the distinctive accent of the Southern Forest Kingdom. Iron Eagle shuddered and looked across. This time, the ones who had died were not Demonfolk, but the soldiers he had stationed there in ambush.
"Damn it, retreat, now." Huo Hai's insects were simply too terrifyingly powerful. They could only withdraw. They did not even know where Huo Hai was. Staying here any longer was something only fools would do.
Following Iron Eagle's command, the signal to retreat immediately sounded. Upon hearing it, the soldiers hastily gathered their belongings. They did not care what was left behind; they turned and fled at once.
Iron Eagle roared, "Leave the Demonfolk behind. Buy them time." More and more screams rose from the other side. Iron Eagle knew he had underestimated the true strength of the Southern Cloud Kingdom's Insect Spirit Master. Those damned insects—who could have imagined they possessed such horrifying attack power? If they appeared on a battlefield, what army could possibly deal with such monsters?
No, they had already appeared on the battlefield. This was the battlefield. The screams behind them grew ever more numerous, and Iron Eagle felt as though flames were burning