In just half a day, the balance of the battle was completely tilted. The alliance led by the Grey Wolf Tribe was defeated due to the poor leadership of the higher-ups.
As the number of strongholds in the alliance army decreased, there was no longer any suspense about the final outcome of this battle.
The commanders of the hundreds of fleets of the weaker races who had come as reinforcements were all infuriated. They did not want to see their people waste their lives under such substandard battle commands.
Soon, the fleets of the various races began to retreat. In the end, it almost formed a wave. The damaged fleets of the various races fought to leave the frontline and retreat to the void behind them.
This scene was simply the perfect illustration of an army that had lost like a landslide.
However, the fleets of the various races that came as reinforcements had a way out. To the Grey Wolf Tribe, the master of the Grey Wolf Star Region, there was no way to retreat.
They would either win this battle or be enslaved!
"Roar!"
"Who dares to retreat? Those who flee in the face of battle … die! "
At the critical moment, the ancestor of the Grey Wolf Tribe, the sector lord Cang Rongyu, suddenly roared. Then, his figure dashed out of the flagship stronghold of the Grey Wolf Tribe and revealed his bloodline true body.
A huge green wolf with a body as thick as needles appeared in the void. Its huge eyes glowed with blood, and its body emitted a murderous aura. The formless pressure of a sector lord enveloped the void for thousands of miles.
"Boom!"
The gigantic green wolf merely raised its right forelimb, turned its head, and pressed in the direction of the void behind it. A fleet of about three to four thousand that was retreating was completely annihilated.
Thousands of warships of various types, without exception, all turned into giant fireballs that lit up the void.
Sector lord level powerhouses, although not all of them could illuminate the heavens, since they could be called a sector lord, they were basically the most powerful in a territory.
Not to mention thousands of warships, even tens of thousands of warships couldn't withstand a few hits from a sector lord old monster!
The old man had been driven mad by the crushing defeat before him, and he had already fallen into a state of frenzy. Otherwise, he would absolutely not use such an iron-blooded method.
One must know that the fleet that was destroyed by his palm didn't even belong to the Ashwolf Race. None of the Ashwolf Race's fleet dared to retreat. After all, with their own sector lord overseeing the battlefield, who would dare to retreat?
Even if he was scared to death, no matter how unwilling he was to fight, he could only force himself to continue.
The fleet that had been obliterated by Cang Rongyu's palm belonged to a small and weak race. Perhaps this race did not have the ability to fight the Ashwolf Race head-on, but now that everyone was a part of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races, their status in the Alliance was equal.
Moreover, although this battle was between the Myriad Races Alliance and the Four Races Alliance, after all, the other races were here to help the Ashwolf Clan.
No matter which angle one looked at it from, the grey wolf tribe's sector lord old monster didn't have the right to stop others from retreating. He even had the right to annihilate the fleet sent by the other tribe!
At the very least, the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races had just been established. The details of military discipline and other aspects had not been drawn up yet. The so-called fleeing at the last minute was too far-fetched!
It could be said that Cang Rongyu's attack had completely pushed the Ashwolf Clan into a state of eternal damnation. Not to mention the Devil Cultivator and the other allied forces, at the very least, the Ashwolf Clan would definitely not be able to survive in the Myriad Races Alliance.
They would be ostracized by the other tribes and even be held accountable!
All of this was caused by the ancestor of the Ashwolf Race himself. He couldn't blame anyone else!
However, at this moment, although his action of annihilating the fleet of a race had indeed chilled the hearts of the other fleets that came to help, there was no fleet that was willing to stay here and continue to work for this ingrate of the Ashwolf Race.
However, Cang Rongyu was a sector lord old monster after all. Coincidentally, there was only one sector lord existence in the two sides that were engaged in an intense battle. There was no sector lord existence in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races Alliance.
There was none in the hundreds of fleets that came from the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races Alliance.
Now that Cang Rongyu, the only sector lord present, had gone berserk, his might was truly terrifying. The higher-ups of the fleets that were originally retreating were all stunned and immediately gave the order to stop the retreat.
The situation was stronger than the person. Even if they didn't have the heart to continue fighting, under the threat of Cang Rongyu's Sector Lord, all the fleets could only grit their teeth and endure.
Even if they were slacking, it was still better than being annihilated by this crazy old wolf in the middle of the retreat!
It could be said that from this moment on, the Ashwolf Race had not only lost the battle, but also the hearts of the people!
If they could still win this battle, then it was simply illogical!
Cang Rongyu also understood this logic. He also saw the situation clearly, but he was unwilling to accept this.
In his opinion, this battle actually still had a chance of survival.
The advantage of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races Alliance was only in command and the number of large and small strongholds that could be used as a deterrent.
He admitted that in the art of commanding in space battles, he was indeed inferior to the enemy. In just half a day, he had created such an embarrassing result. Half of the strongholds on his side had been destroyed by the enemy's concentrated firepower …
However, this didn't matter. As long as he made a move, with the terrifying power of a sector lord old monster, it wasn't difficult to destroy the main command flagship strongholds of the enemy camp.
Even the large and small fortresses where the enemy had the numerical advantage could be destroyed with just a few strikes. The difference in strength between such high-end combat forces could be easily evened out again.
Once these two points were achieved, the various fleets on his side that were slacking off would definitely be filled with vigor again, bursting with new hope for this battle!
Thinking up to here, Cang Rongyu didn't hesitate anymore. He roared into the sky, and the huge Ashwolf True Body raised its right paw again. This time, it aimed at the main flagship stronghold of the enemy camp from thousands of miles away … The West Expedition!
If this paw struck out, the West Expedition would definitely fall. Even the two Domain Lord old monsters in the fleet wouldn't be able to resist!
Just at this critical juncture, a cold snort suddenly rang out …
"Old Cang, do you think this emperor doesn't exist?"
As this cold voice sounded, a crack appeared in the sky above the center of the battlefield. A huge pillar of blood-red energy leaked out as the Demon Emperor, Mo Zhutian, stepped out with a dark expression.
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