The Defeat of Wolf Emperor Ao Xiao

"Fellow Daoist, we must gather our disciples. We'll take our leave first."

"Mm. We'll meet again later."

After exchanging farewells, Yu Jiaolong and her companion returned to the battlefield to gather their disciples.

Luo Chen released a stream of Mana, wrapped it around the panting Zeng Yilong, and flew farther to the rear.

"Martial Uncle, where are we going?" Zeng Yilong asked, puzzled.

Luo Chen watched the heavens above as he spoke. "When Nascent Soul cultivators fight, they shake heaven and earth. There's no telling how far their destructive power might reach. Unless we want the city gate's fire to burn the fish in the moat, we'd better retreat!"

As he spoke, Luo Chen brought Zeng Yilong to a sparsely populated area.

After landing, he took out a compass and followed the simple hand seals Min Longyu had taught him, activating the formation.

A cluster of earthen-yellow light rose, then vanished in an instant.

Only then did Luo Chen breathe easier and turn his full attention to the battle high above.

In fact, the two Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses had begun fighting before he made those preparations.

With an entire cultivation realm between them, even Luo Chen's sharp eyes and powerful Divine Sense could not make out the details.

Still, he could discern the general tenor of the fight.

Luo Chen frowned. "Why do they seem bent on killing each other from the very start?"

As they saw it, the Human Race's allied forces had already won on the main battlefield. The Nascent Soul True Persons' fight should have been a mere formality.

All of them sought Spirit Transformation and ascension. Fighting to the death here was hardly worth it.

Han Zhan Zhenren had reason to give his all: his hatred over the deaths of Fallen Cloud Sect disciples, and