The Great Magician also fell to his knees, his face sorrowful as he said, "My God, we would fight on if there were even a glimmer of hope. Back then, although we were nearly wiped out, behind the high walls, you slaughtered so many Demigods that they dared not show their faces, and we gradually regained the upper hand."
"However, now our strategy has failed. Continuing this way will only lead to true annihilation with no chance of victory. You are wise and mighty; why persist? Do you truly wish for us all to head toward destruction?"
They were genuinely afraid, having just witnessed terrifying spells in a short period.
At its peak, the Raven God was strong beyond words, a single spell could decimate a million troops—what a horrifying power. Such destruction had not been seen for many years, probably only in the ancient wars against endless demons who feared no catastrophic spells, regardless of how many were slain, more demons could be summoned through Demon Transmission.
