"Who said Lu Qing had to stay calm?"
"The moment you believed it, you were dead."
Lu Qing slowly rose to his feet, dusted off his clothes, and turned to leave.
By then, the survivors of Spirit Mountain had already begun fleeing on a massive scale. The only ones who could save them now were the Heavenly Court.
After who knew how many had died, the battered survivors finally arrived at the foot of the Heavenly Court.
The Heaven Group, meanwhile, decisively withdrew and occupied Spirit Mountain. However, they did not linger for long. At that moment, every investigator instantly became a Scavenger. In less than two hours, Spirit Mountain had been stripped down to a bare mountaintop, not even a blade of grass left behind.
Carrying the bodies of the fallen, everyone dispersed in an orderly fashion, splitting into small squads that vanished into every corner of the Wasteland.
Organized and disciplined.
Even if the Heavenly Court or Spirit Mountain retaliated, they would at most be able to catch a few squads. The rest would remain hidden throughout the Wasteland.
But the moment a signal was sent, they could always gather at the fastest possible speed, forming an invincible army that would sweep through everything in its path.
A new space had been forcibly carved out above the Wasteland.
Wang Ye and the Great Emperor of the North Pole were both covered in wounds, panting as they watched each other.
"Wang Ye, you can't kill me."
"Our strength is evenly matched."
"If this drags on, there will be no outcome."
"Why don't we sit down together and wait for my Wang Ye to return?"
The Great Emperor of the North Pole casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a light smile.