The Lost Monarch witnessed this scene, and rage surged wildly within.
But it was powerless to help; fighting Emmon was like treading on thin ice. It dared not be distracted in the slightest, or it would risk annihilation on the spot.
Time flowed on.
One after another, Monarchs tore open red-and-black fissures, leading their armies into retreat. The Devouring Sky Demon Lord, locked in a fierce struggle with Gullwig, was especially unwilling, but could only turn away and flee.
This battle had exceeded all their expectations.
With the campaign going so badly, it was only natural to preserve their strength first. Otherwise, gathering new forces would waste even more time.
Just as the Lost Monarchs began their withdrawal, a sudden change erupted.
