"Damn it, he still got away." Outside Typhoon Plane, watching the Divine Descendant God of Gods Marduk recede farther and farther into the distance, the Holy Dragon King could not help but growl.
Gongsun Wuji's blood ran down his arm and continuously dripped from the Heavenly Dao Sword.
Some of that blood belonged to Marduk—the God of Gods Blood—some was Gongsun Wuji's own Dominator's Blood, and some was the Holy Dragon King's dragon blood.
In Gongsun Wuji's dictionary of battle, there was no such thing as stalemate or stopping at the right point.
Almost every move concealed lethal intent, leaving Marduk impossible to guard against.
It was also during his battle against Gongsun Wuji and the others that Marduk finally felt a long-lost pressure—the scent of death.
He had withdrawn from the battlefield so quickly and retreated to his Mother Plane to hold it under strict guard.
It had to be said that Marduk had gone too long without fighting opponents of the same level, causing both his resilience and ability to withstand pressure to decline greatly.
"Are we still pursuing him?" Dominator-class demon Gustavo appeared before Gongsun Wuji and asked.
Although he was much older than Gongsun Wuji, on this battlefield, the command authority on the surface still belonged to Gongsun Wuji. Even Gustavo had to heed the Tianming Emperor in certain wartime decisions.
Watching Marduk pilot the Ark as he rapidly fled this Medium Plane battlefield, Gongsun Wuji ultimately shook his head. "The Galente Federation's reinforcements will arrive soon. There is little meaning in forcing a pursuit, and we may instead end up attacked from both front and rear."
"Since we have already defeated Marduk, it would be better to first seize the war gains already within our grasp."
"Order every legion to swiftly eliminate the remaining resistance