Slowly the enemy started to retreat, giving me the impression they felt the ground shaking underneath their legs.
It was a logical result of this battle. After all, and in the enemy's eyes, they weren't fighting a normal enemy, but an immortal one, one that couldn't be killed.
Even if they killed part of my forces, in the next moment more forces would appear out of nowhere, replenishing the lost ones and making it look like not a single one fell.
That was indeed a scary thing, a very strong blow to their mental strength and morale.
But even with such unintended development, I didn't rush things over and kept my forces at the rear resting for now.
After all this three million army wasn't the last army coming here. There was still another batch coming, one in millions as well.
I had to keep my rear forces resting and prepared to join the fight at any given moment. And this happened just half an hour later.