At the same time, Eredar directly released his qi, transforming it into a black streak that flew away. He appeared to be fleeing with his head down, but in truth, he kept his attention fixed on everything behind him.
The hand gripping the Thorn Greatsword had secretly adjusted its angle as well, ready to turn around and strike at any moment.
When he saw that Wright had not pursued him, a trace of disappointment immediately flashed through his eyes.
Just as Shilke had guessed, he still had strength left. A seasoned martial artist would never wait until he was at the end of his rope before thinking of a countermeasure. If Wright dared to chase him, Eredar would ensure that Wright never returned from this sea.
Once Wright was dead, he would turn around and charge back, finish off the clearly exhausted Shilke, and deal with the remaining Elves afterward. No matter how strong they were, they would only be at the Vajra Realm or Saint Realm, and would pose no threat to him at all.
By then, victory would be completely secured!
But the situation before him was clearly not developing as he had expected.
Landing on the deck of the Black Sail Warship farthest away, Eredar let out a long breath.
Had they seen through my plan, or were they actually exhausted and simply unable to pursue me?
The question caused his expression to shift between dark and bright.
If Wright and Shilke were not exhausted, then turning back now would be throwing himself into a trap. On the other hand, if they were, turning back would reverse the situation.
The life-or-death consequences made it impossible for Eredar to decide easily.
How about observing a little longer?
At present, the Dark Elf forces under his command had not