The Sea General gazed at the army slipping into defeat, yet had no intention to stop it.
Because this wasn't the first escape.
This marked at least the tenth escape this year alone.
Previous escapes were on a small scale, quickly suppressed bloodily by the Legendary Sea Race powerhouses defending the army.
Each time the army sought to resist, unwilling to be treated as cannon fodder and desiring to flee the battlefield, it was brutally suppressed.
Once, twice, ten times, fifteen times....
Until now.
All Sea Races subservient to the Sea People began to fall apart and flee, even within the Sea People Army, numerous veteran soldiers, hardened by bloodshed, started to escape.
The veterans who survived by luck clearly understood this place was a massive meat grinder.
If they did not leave, the end would surely be death.
The might of the Black Wing Nest left them no glimpse of victory or the end of the war.
