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The enemies, as numerous as a surging tide, began to retreat.
Cang Jiu let out a sigh of relief. The enemies had begun withdrawing, and they were temporarily safe.
His divine sense swept over the area only briefly to inspect his side's losses, yet his face immediately turned livid. The losses had been rather heavy.
From the enemy's invasion to their retreat, only two days had passed. Yet three Tribulation Transcendence cultivators had died, along with more than thirty Dao Integration cultivators and nearly several thousand Void Refining cultivators. As for Spirit Transformation cultivators and Nascent Soul Cultivators, their numbers were simply impossible to count. There were so many that they were hardly worth anything.
The Flying Feather World had suffered considerable losses as well. It merely had deep foundations and a large number of powerful experts, allowing it to withstand such losses.
After taking stock of his assets, Cang Jiu's mood had never been worse. His mind was deeply oppressed.
Just then, an old man with an aged face spoke. "Young Master, just now, I discovered traces of Creation Daoist. After escaping, this Creation Daoist hid in a Grotto-Heaven or some special secret realm. Even I couldn't deduce his location. If he had continued hiding, he could still have avoided my divinations!"
"But when the Undead Race invaded, he was the first to make a move. Relying on his powerful methods, he forcefully killed an Ice Devil Race Cultivator, a Flame Devil Race cultivator, and other Devil Race cultivators—for a total of twelve. As for the lower-level Void Refining devil cultivators and Spirit Transformation devil cultivators, their numbers were even beyond counting. This man certainly had great courage and a sense of responsibility. Unfortunately, the world was vast, yet it could not accommodate two