Absolute silence hovered overhead, everyone held their breath, gazing at the figure at the center of the battlefield. The girl's form was not large, even described as slender, yet she exuded a powerful aura that could not be ignored.
"Inform the entire army, retreat immediately!"
Awakened from stupefaction, Sent shouted.
No orders needed, instinctual fear drove the whole army to retreat from the battlefield. The soldiers were filled with despair, armored vehicles withdrew en masse, chaos became synonymous with the war site.
"Young Master..." Okber was dazed.
"Time to go, Major General!"
A subordinate beside him stepped forward to pull him away.
The "Crimson Dancer" cast a sidelong glance.
The wind mixed with ashes blew past, the ancient Battle Blade roared, thirsting for blood, its rumble reverberated across the battlefield.
