Seeing that overwhelming tide sweep in again, the three had no choice but to hide underground once more, beneath the covering ruins, peering out through cracks in the rubble.
There was no way around it. There was no way to communicate with these Butterfly Rakshasas, while the Sacred Rakshasa they could communicate with was currently in a state where she recognized neither kin nor friend.
Even the Five Saints could barely withstand this situation, so there was even less to say for the three of them. The moment they showed themselves, they would surely face a siege. Moreover, they still did not know the outcome of the battle, so for now, all they could do was hide.
When the overwhelming swarm drew near, Niu Youdao's pupils suddenly contracted and his heart tightened. He saw a Blood Rakshasa flying at the head of the swarm, cradling the Sacred Rakshasa in her arms.
Under the close scrutiny of his Dharma Eye, he could see that the Sacred Rakshasa was covered in blood and seemed to have fallen unconscious. Her two wings hung limply, swaying weakly.
Yun Ji and Xi Haitang stared intently as well. They had no idea what had happened, nor did they know whether the Sacred Rakshasa was dead or alive.
"I wonder what the Five Saints' situation is now," Xi Haitang muttered.
The Sacred Rakshasa was not the only one brought back. There were also some heavily wounded Butterfly Rakshasas who had not yet died.
Outside the palace city, at the battlefield, the surviving Butterfly Rakshasas still struggling and gasping on the ground were also seized by Butterfly Rakshasas descending from the sky.
Even the dead Butterfly Rakshasas were carried away.
The thunderous slaughter had seemed long, but in truth, it had not lasted very long. Yet the Five