Hall of Souls Thief, Die!

"We won!"

Tang Huo'er watched the Ice River Valley army retreat into the distance, a faint smile appearing on her haggard face. The joint assault by Ice River Valley and the Hall of Souls had pushed Burning Flame Valley to the brink of destruction, and they could have been wiped out at any moment. But now, they had held on!

"Thankfully, Brother brought people to rescue us."

Tang Huo'er gazed at the green-clad figure on the other side of the battlefield, her eyes filled with respect and gratitude. As for Xiao Yan and the Ancient Clan, hadn't Brother brought them all here?

Red Fire Elder looked rather miserable. He had suffered several wounds, and his bright red robe had been stained dark brown with blood. His face was somewhat pale, yet he was brimming with energy and fighting spirit.

"Valley Master, we can't let these bastards escape. Let's chase them down!"

High in the sky, Star Plucking Old Ghost watched the Ice River Valley army begin withdrawing toward the outskirts of the Blazing Flame Mountain Range. He no longer had any desire to continue fighting Lin Lao. After feinting, he turned and sped into the distance.

Black-Robed Venerable Lin Lao threw back his head and laughed. "Hall of Souls, where do you think you're running?"

He was about to give chase when a voice below suddenly stopped him. It was the other Black-Robed Venerable, Nan Lao, shouting that they should not pursue a desperate enemy.

Lin Lao looked down at Nan Lao and Miss Xun Er, then at Star Plucking Old Ghost, who was fleeing rapidly toward the distant horizon without looking back. He cursed resentfully and stopped chasing. Protecting Xun Er was more important.

Ice Venerable was also retreating. While contending with Tang Zhen, he continuously moved farther away