"How is the front line?"
Within the Mind Network, the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor's consciousness surged like a tidal sea.
The wizards' assault had caught him completely off guard, and the collapse of the battle lines was even harder for him to believe.
In barely half a month, the western front where the wizards had launched their war had been thrown into utter chaos. So far, seven medium Earth Vein Nodes, thirty small Earth Vein Nodes, and one hundred and twelve micro Earth Vein Nodes had been completely wiped out.
Converted into wizard war zones, that was practically the equivalent of three war zones. The mayflies had suffered losses of up to two billion.
These mayflies were no newly hatched little insects. Every one of them was an elite among the Star River Mayflies. Losing two billion in one blow was enough to make even the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor's heart ache.
"Your Majesty the Quasi-Emperor, we are actively defending. The elite Witch Hunting battle groups have already..."
"So you still haven't stopped them."
"...Yes, Your Majesty the Quasi-Emperor."
Blitzkrieg was a new tactic even to the wizards, let alone the Star River Mayflies.
Their long years of offense had made these insects somewhat forget how to defend. Under the wizards' blitzkrieg, the Star River Mayflies were being encircled in swathes.
"Useless trash!"
The Mayfly Quasi-Emperor's consciousness roared like furious waves. Under the pressure of his rage, even the vast Mind Network seemed unable to bear it and began showing signs of collapse.
But the Mayfly Quasi-Emperor quickly reined in his consciousness, allowing the sea to become calm once more.
Yet everyone knew that the waves had merely become undercurrents.
"Stop the wizards' spearhead at any cost. We have suffered enough losses this time. If the battle line continues to collapse, every last one