The flying sword failed to be effective, so Hou Niao called over Li Chuping, Yu Zhengxing, and Nineteenth Aunt,
"Let's go back and get reinforcements now. Any objections?"
This was a moment of decision. It was hard to precisely master the timing; even now, the outcome relied heavily on luck.
"Let's send the message. Overthinking will only make things more confusing; let's deal with what's in front of us first," Li Chuping agreed.
"No time to wait, the Sea Clan main forces are returning. It could be tens or even hundreds of thousands of troops, and we can't hold out for long. If the Sea Clan moves these eggshells, it will be even more difficult to locate them," Yu Zhengxing supported.
Hou Niao looked toward Little Peacock, "Nineteenth Aunt, head back to Dushan now and tell Xu Master not to worry so much or fear the Sea Clan will take advantage of the gap in our southwest to land. For the sake of these eggshells, even if the southwest suffers losses, it is worth it."
