"Roar!!!"
Malphite roared, signaling his army to retreat.
Then he turned and flew back the way he had come, disappearing into the horizon.
On the ground, the black tide that had been fearlessly and frantically charging the lines came to an abrupt halt.
The enormous Demon Clan army turned around as one.
They abandoned their wounded and trampled over the bodies of their own kind, retreating the way they had come.
Within minutes, the earthshaking battle cries and thunderous booms gave way to silence.
Only countless Demon Clan corpses and burning tank wrecks remained on the battlefield.
Along with the Great Xia soldiers who, though utterly exhausted, still stood firm.
The war was over, for now.
In the sky, once Warwick and Wukong confirmed that the Demon Clan had withdrawn, they could no longer sustain flight.
The overwhelming weakness that followed the end of their berserk state instantly drained all their strength.
Their bodies plummeted from the sky, and they lay on the ground, gasping for breath and coughing up blood.
Inside the Expeditionary Force's Temporary Command Trench, the air stood still, filled with the heavy stench of gunpowder and blood.
Long Zhan stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the Tactical Tablet's screen.
On the screen, the satellite's live feed was perfectly clear.
A conspicuous point of light, code-named "Malphite," was moving steadily above the barren land.
Beneath him, countless retreating red dots converged into a writhing black river-the retreating Demon Clan army.
Around him, staff officers and soldiers hurried about, shouting reports of losses and coordinating medical teams to rescue the wounded.
"Report! Their Excellencies Warwick and Wukong have been found. Their vital signs are currently stable, but they're extremely weak!"
"Report! Forty-three of our tanks and fifty-one infantry fighting vehicles have been destroyed. As for the drones..."
"Casualties