Zhang Tianyi and Li Yuqing had each dealt with the matters at hand and hurried over to support Luo Yan.
In the end, they had not only failed to help, but had instead dragged Luo Yan down.
Now, seeing Zhu Rong make a gesture, the two did not hesitate. They piloted their mechs away from the Battlefield.
Furthermore, to prevent themselves from being exploited by Tāngòu again, the Great Swordsman and Wuxing split up, each choosing a different direction to leave.
Because of the influence of the Immeasurable Immortal Palace, they could not communicate. But at this moment, the tacit understanding they had developed through years of cooperation came into play.
Without discussing it, the two chose the best course of action.
Seeing the two mechs leave, Luo Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned back, he discovered that the Paper Figure monster had also disappeared.
That meant that even if Tāngòu broke free from the immortal art Crimson Sun, only he and the Heavenly Ghost would remain on the Battlefield. He no longer had to worry about the Heavenly Ghost impersonating someone and confusing the situation.
Crack!
A crisp sound like shattering glass rang out. Luo Yan looked up and saw that the golden-red fireball suspended in midair was now covered in countless black cracks.
Through those cracks, he could see a murky blackness inside, like underground sludge slowly flowing. It gave off an exceptionally filthy feeling.
The next second, Crimson Sun shattered. A figure escaped from within, after which murky black sludge gushed in all directions and swallowed the golden-red fireball.
The figure landed on the ground. Half of his curled, coiled horns was black and the other half crimson. Most of the black fur covering his body had been burned away, and his left