"Hahaha, the existence of a pseudo-stellar level is nothing special!"
When Jia Yan's mocking voice sounded behind Bitan, even the dignified pseudo-stellar level stumbled, almost flying sideways and crashing into the battleship beside him.
As a pseudo-stellar level, self-proclaimed as a star-level being, Bitan made a high-profile appearance, only to retreat shamefully like a defeated dog, an irony to himself.
Jia Yan looked at the tens of thousands of enemy fleets, slowly retreating, pulling back to the edge of the defensive line of the war zone without any intention to pursue.
Especially Bitan, who dove deep into the fleet in humiliation, taking a deep breath of relief.
If there were a chance, why wouldn't he pursue? But now, pursuit is not an option.
"What a close call. If the fight continued, surely I would be the one to lose..."
