After shouting down the Loulan Ancient Kingdom army, Lin Bai looked toward the other end of the Northern Furnace Mountains. There stood a group of cultivators, weapons in hand, but scattered about like loose sand. Lin Bai secretly guessed that they were the Eastern Continent rebels Zhuo Lian had mentioned.
"Eastern Continent rebels... It seems quite a lot happened during the four years I was away from the Eastern Continent."
"Evil Flood Dragon!"
Lin Bai called out in a low, expressionless voice.
"Understood." Evil Flood Dragon naturally understood what Lin Bai meant. He immediately bowed, acknowledged the order, and strode forward.
Seeing Evil Flood Dragon advance alone, Zhuo Lian hurriedly said to Lin Bai, "Senior Brother Dongfang, although these rebels are scattered like loose sand, there are simply too many of them. Our army has suffered heavy losses, so it would be unwise to clash with them head-on. We should withdraw for now and wait until reinforcements arrive before fighting them to the death."
Lin Bai knew Zhuo Lian was worried about Evil Flood Dragon's safety. After all, even if he possessed cultivation that reached the heavens, one could still be killed by a swarm of ants gnawing an elephant to death.
"It's fine. Just gather the army. We'll return to Lingnan Imperial City with me shortly."
Lin Bai spoke in a low voice.
"Uh, all right." Zhuo Lian was startled, then agreed and issued the order to gather the army.
Looking at the army's devastating losses—the tens of thousands of soldiers who had come in grand procession reduced to only ten or twenty thousand wounded and battered survivors—Zhuo Lian was overcome by intense self-reproach.
Meanwhile, Evil Flood Dragon had already clashed with the rebels in the distance. A heaven-shaking dragon roar rang out.
The soldiers in the army immediately