Deep beneath the sea, Prince Yi had arranged more than one escape route.
There was one near the cavern where he had originally lived, but the enemy would surely be watching that place closely. He had no chance of returning there, so he could only head elsewhere.
He had already reached an agreement with certain Ancient Deities on the other side and accepted some conditions. As long as he reached the Other Side World, he would receive Their protection.
Nor could so many people from Great Shun remain here forever. Once they withdrew, he could emerge again. He refused to believe everyone was as formidable as Chen Xuanji.
The others were no great challenge even if he faced them all alone. Of course, Great Shun might destroy his territory, but that did not matter. In his eyes, Emperor Wenguang was dead, and the hundreds of millions of soldiers and civilians of the old dynasty could all be counted as his subjects.
What was a mere overseas territory worth mentioning?
Once the external calamity arrived and he returned, he would only need to drive Great Shun's forces out of the Convergence Zone. Wouldn't it all still fall into his hands?
Above them, Ming Chengzi still held that vaporous topographical map between his hands.
When Prince Yi had been blasted apart by Chen Chuan's punch, the humanoid shape condensed from the vapor had suddenly vanished as well. Yet Ming Chengzi did not relax his focus and continued staring intently, because he did not believe Prince Yi had died so easily.
It was not that he knew much about Prince Yi's abilities. Rather, he knew Prince Yi was no mere reckless brute. Since he dared face so many of them alone, he surely had some hidden contingency.
Sure enough, the vapor figure reappeared