In this battle that wagered all their cultivation, Shak's retreat meant defeat.
"If I don't leave now, I'll die here!"
This peak Thirteen Rings Great Sorcerer had never before felt death closing in so clearly.
Ignoring his grievous wounds, he let out a furious roar and drew upon his remaining strength. The surrounding Netherworld Void faintly began to turn to sand, showing an ebbing reversal stirred by a spacetime sandglass.
Witch Mark: Time Sandglass, Shak's ultimate life-preserving art.
Just as Li Qingyun and the Turbid Dao clone both felt themselves stall slightly, a tremendous change came over Great Sorcerer Shak. In an instant, he returned to his uninjured state from before he had voluntarily retreated.
The wounds on his body vanished, and nearly half of his Witch Mark's mighty power had been restored.
Fully recovered, Shak did not hesitate in the slightest. The Great Law Ring beneath his feet exploded, pushing his speed to its limit. In a flash, he skimmed past the shoulder of the Turbid Dao clone's majestic demonic body.
Boom! Boom!
More than a dozen dark divine patterns autonomously gave chase, blasting Shak's retreating figure until it swayed, but they did him no serious harm.
He had already rushed out of Myriad Origin Star's void and fled into the Netherworld Void of the nearest Sequence Chain.
"Lord Shak!"
"Run! We never should have come today!"
"Even Lord Xueduo has fallen, when we clearly had such a splendid situation!"
"It's all that Turbid Daoist's fault..."
The moment Shak fled, the other three hundred-odd Higher-being Sorcerers were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies. One after another, they unleashed their strongest escape sorceries and scattered in every direction.
"Pursue them!"
Yu Shengzi, Xie Ziran, and several other Native Supreme Beings were greatly invigorated. They summoned the Cave