Cho'Gath remained silent.
A low vibration rumbled deep within his chest, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
Fury almost exploded out of him.
But fury could not change the battle.
In space, the Kona Civilization and Great Xia attacked from the front and rear.
The Plasma Bugs' spherical formation looked solid, but both sides were taking turns hammering its shell. If this dragged on, sooner or later, "grouping up for defense" would become "grouping up to be slaughtered."
On the ground, Great Xia's Portals had finished expanding, and steel constructs poured through without end.
Those cold machines did not fear death or feel pain. When they were destroyed, another wave took their place. They were even more like cannon fodder than Lesser Demons, yet their quality was high.
It was not that they could not keep fighting head-on.
It simply was not worth it.
Throwing nearly three hundred Plasma Bugs and large numbers of high-tier troops into this meat grinder, even in exchange for destroying Great Xia's Landing Zone, would leave the Demon Clan without the strength to keep suppressing the Kona Civilization and Great Xia Civilization afterward.
Cho'Gath made his decision and suppressed his anger.
"Pass down my order."
"All forces... retreat!"
Yaxes abruptly raised his head.
Disbelief also appeared in the eyes of the other Demon Venerables.
"My lord, are we just going to retreat like this?"
Those words carried resentment, along with the arrogance ingrained in the Demon Clan's bones.
Cho'Gath swept an icy gaze over him.
"If we keep fighting, what do you plan to use to stop the next joint offensive?"
Yaxes's expression froze.
Cho'Gath said coldly:
"We can throw in more cannon fodder."
"But we cannot bury all our Plasma Bugs here."
"I do not want to repeat myself."
"Retreat!"
The order