The warriors on the battlefield were confused when they suddenly received the order to retreat. They weren't the only ones who retreated. Behind them, the Endless Eight Armies, who were preparing to reinforce them, also began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Tang Guo also received the order to retreat. He could hardly believe it, but a military order was a military order. Although he was a little annoyed, he still carried out the order.
However, when he returned, he kept the Void Army in check. He knew that retreating would take time. Regardless of what his father or the military had in mind, he couldn't retreat immediately.
When he retreated from the central line where the battle was still ongoing and retreated to the area where he had previously charged, he realized that the rest of the army had also begun to retreat.
His obstruction was effective, but he didn't understand why they had to retreat. Once they gave up the Path to Heaven, it would mean that the Primitive Tribe would completely lose the initiative.
The Void Tribe, which was guarding the Path to Heaven, could dispatch an army at any time to sweep across the entire Elemental Wilderness and head straight for their homeland.
When that happened, all the advantages that the Primitive Tribe had would disappear. The Void Tribe would set up a battle array and slaughter the Primitive Tribe warriors in the Elemental Wilderness.
When that happened, the advantages of the Void Tribe would be completely displayed. They had been fighting for so long, but it would all be for naught.
This didn't seem like a decision that his father would make. However, the reality was that he had been defeated. It was also at this moment that Tang Hanchen's position in his heart completely collapsed.
He had never expected that his father would be a coward. He had never expected that his father would be the one to give the order to retreat!
However, he still retreated. He knew that without the Endless Eight Armies holding him back, his 10,000 Sky Destroyer troops would be wiped out if he was surrounded.
After all, he was facing the Void Tribe's strongest elite force, the Void Army. They had already caused him a lot of casualties.
He retreated again and again. As he looked at the territory that he had once guarded, Tang Guo felt a little hopeless. This feeling of hopelessness also spread to the warriors under his command. Because of the armor, their hearts and minds were as one.
"Are we going to lose?" the warriors thought to themselves.
When they left the area of the main camp and quickly moved towards the exit of the Elemental Wilderness, this feeling became stronger and stronger.
Su Ming quickly received the battle report. When he learned that the Primitive Tribe had begun to retreat, the entire main camp was in an uproar.
The stone that had been weighing on their hearts finally fell to the ground.
"Why are they retreating? Moreover, they are retreating in such an orderly manner. Could it be that they are plotting something?" Su Yuhan thought to himself.
This was because he knew that Ye Tianze was not someone who would admit defeat easily. The entire Desolate Tribe had this belief. They would not admit defeat easily.
The generals present were also doused with cold water. However, after careful analysis, they could not think of anything the Desolate Tribe could use to continue fighting them.
"Perhaps they want to negotiate right now!"
Su Ming said, "Unfortunately, they no longer have the chance to negotiate. Not a single blade of grass will grow in the Wilderness. We, the Void Race, will do what we say!"
"They retreated?"
When Dongye Yu received the news, he almost couldn't believe it. "The Desolate Tribe actually retreated. Could it be that Ye Tianze really isn't the Death Lord? Or is he plotting something else? "
The sudden news caught the Mysterious Underworld Race off guard. However, this was what the spies they had planted in the Void Race's main camp had told them. The possibility of them being wrong was very small.
"The Desolate Tribe can only retreat. If they continue fighting, they won't be able to hold on. Now, we'll have to see the showdown between the Desolate Lord and the Void Lord. I wonder if the Desolate Lord really has the ability to defeat the Void Lord!"
A black-robed man said.
"Perhaps the Void Lord is not needed. The Senior Statesman of the Void Race is enough. Although Ye Tianze has comprehended the Life Law, he is only at the Origin Returning Realm after all!"
Another black-robed man said. "Next, it should be a showdown between the high-end fighting forces of both sides. The Desolate Tribe clearly won't have any advantage."
In the Path Through Heaven, Tang Guo had finally retreated to the other exit. The Void Army, which had followed closely behind him, was practically clinging onto them and refusing to let them go.
Tang Guo was somewhat indignant as he looked at the exit. However, there was nothing he could do about it. The Desolate Tribe was ultimately no match for the Void Race.
"Damn it!" Tang Guoguo vented in her heart.
However, at that moment, another army appeared at the entrance. Or rather, they weren't an army because they weren't even wearing battle armor.
However, they stood neatly at the entrance, leaving only a path for them to retreat.
Tang Guo was stunned. This army was all dressed in black, but he had never seen such an army before. When he retreated to their side, Tang Guo opened his visor and sized them up carefully.
This was because he was unable to determine the strength and realm of these warriors from the array patterns on his armor. He opened his visor and saw that these warriors were all wearing masks. These masks had no faces.
"Leave the rest to us!" He heard a voice. It was a voice that chilled him to the bone. However, this voice made him feel a sense of familiarity.
"You are all good."
"Kid, you didn't embarrass me …"
Suddenly, an intense wailing sound came from beside Tang Guoguo. He turned his head and saw that it was his vice general, Feng Qing 'er.
She was Feng Wuhui's granddaughter and had once served in the first division of the Storm Legion. Her father had died during the first contact with the civilizations of the myriad worlds.
In Tang Guo's opinion, Fung Ching Er was the most resolute woman he had ever seen in the younger generation.
Although he felt that he didn't need such a deputy, he was completely convinced by Fung Ching Er on the battlefield. Not only did this deputy not cause trouble for him, but she had also helped him turn the situation around on the battlefield several times. This was especially so in the later stages. Her meticulousness had saved many warriors from death.
He thought that such a strong female general would definitely not cry. Just like her grandmother, the former general of the Thunder Legion, Gao Canyun, she would always be strong.
But at this moment, he saw that Feng Qing 'er was crying. Her firm face was incomparably fragile at this moment. She was crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain.
"Kid, you are good. You didn't embarrass me." Such a voice came from beside his ear.
At this moment, Tang Guo suddenly understood why his father had ordered the withdrawal of the army. At this moment, he suddenly understood why Fung Ching Er was crying.
At this moment, his heart was filled with sorrow. He closed his eyes and forced himself not to cry, but the tears still flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.
These were their ancestors, a group of warriors who could only live in the night forever. They had once fought for the human race. They walked in the night and eliminated all existences that dared to violate the interests of the Desolate Tribe.
At this moment, they stood up once again!
After they passed through, the passage was sealed. There were no shouts of blood or cries of truce. There were no roars of lofty aspirations!
There was only silence! Just like in their bodies, their meridians and blood had long stiffened. They were an army of death. They were the undying souls of the Desolate Tribe!
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