Great Battle

"Retreat!" Fortunately, they had discussed every possible response before the battle. At Liu Xiaolou's shouted command, everyone flew backward in retreat. To cover their withdrawal, Liu Xiaolou and Liu Daoran acted together, driving out the remaining power of the Three Waters Formation. Before Zhang Xiaojin and the others, they raised another deep water ravine, sending up a towering waterfall. This was the self-destructive strike of the Three Waters Formation's array plate, recklessly draining all the magic power within it and unleashing the formation's full might in a single stroke—Gu Zhi extended two fingers toward Yuan Ba's face. From the look of it, he intended to destroy Yuan Ba's pair of eyes, vicious beyond measure. "Looks like he won't live much longer, does he?" Seeing that Daoist Yan had fallen silent, Old Master Zuo said with a smile. By then, all the cultivators from the eight sects had gathered at the entrance to the forbidden grounds. For the past five days, disciples had continuously been teleporting out. Those who had gained much were beaming with joy, while those who returned empty-handed hung their heads in dejection. Quite a few had suffered grievous injuries, and quite a few had perished, leaving the eight leaders with varying expressions. "You're a martial artist too?" At that moment, Song Peng suddenly asked, startling everyone. Though they did not know Qin Yang's background, he was clearly highly regarded by grandfather. The slovenly old man said lazily, "This cane may be a little formidable, but when it encounters demons, it will ultimately be no match for them. People still have to rely on themselves. Do not depend on external objects; only then can you be considered somewhat formidable." He tilted his head, closed his eyes, ignored Ni Duoshi from then on, and went back to sleep. Lu