"Retreat!"
"Lord Shang Yun, was it? I'll remember you..."
Regulus gave Li Qingyun a deep look, then led his three sorcerer subordinates and hastily vanished into concealment.
He found it deeply regrettable. He could have wiped out every Secret Artifact Master aboard this ship, but a wholly unreasonable Half-step Supreme Being had suddenly appeared, forcibly blocking his murderous bombardments time and again, causing him to miss the best opportunity.
Now that the chance had slipped away, if they did not leave, their Shadow Walker squad would instead become the prey.
Li Qingyun was about to give chase, but when he saw Supreme Being Xi Li pursuing them, he stopped.
With Supreme Being Xi Li bringing people over, there was no point in him working himself to the bone. It was unnecessary!
"Hechen, bring everyone back. Count the casualties, then divide them into nine groups. Take the star skiffs prepared aboard the ship and continue toward the Eighty-eighth Sequence Chain!"
Li Qingyun steadied his qi flow and unceremoniously took command of this "logistics unit" from the Secret Artifact Domain.
He glanced slightly toward his left hand. Beneath the skin of his palm, a clump of icy Wuze breath was struggling fiercely, yet unable to break free.
This was Regulus's power that he had deliberately retained.
He would keep it for observation and analysis—a stone from another mountain could polish one's own jade.
"Yes, Ancestor Yun! It was entirely thanks to Ancestor Yun's great display of divine might that those petty sorcerers were driven back..."
Supervisor Shang Hechen no longer bothered to hide it. Before everyone, he directly acknowledged the identity of "Ancestor Yun," inwardly rejoicing as he went to gather the scattered personnel.
Only now did Shang Hechen, Hao Ke, the heavily wounded Xi Yang, and the other scions of noble