Retreat
How could these dispirited, disorganized immortal troops still be said to have any formation? Even after they left the area affected by the demonic sound stones, the Heavenly Sang Wasteland's suppression of their Primordial Spirits still left them barely able to hold themselves together. They would never be able to regroup in a short time.
The seven dragon-shadows formed by the Seven Tribulations Hidden Dragon darted through the towering waves, their heads and tails impossible to make out. To the naked eye, there was only a vast, surging ocean. On the Thousand-Faced Demon's side, blue-green smoke billowed, its momentum in no way inferior to that vast ocean. More than a dozen enormous demonic shadows wielded demonic blades, either sweeping through the blue-green smoke or cleaving through the mighty waves to battle the dragon-shadows within—beings with dragon heads and human bodies, wielding long weapons. They split the waves and cut through the surging waters. With a single blow, they cleaved the ocean apart.
On the other side, the blood moon—which should have looked demonic after killing so many immortal troops—had now risen above the crown of the enormous Heavenly Sang tree, appearing holy, majestic, and mysterious. The two Heavenly Immortal-level dragon experts fighting the Sang Moon battle formation had yet to suffer a disadvantage, but in terms of momentum, they had already fallen behind.
Countless whirling sang leaves gathered together, forming a Heavenly Sang tree that connected heaven and earth. Deep in the void, in the space where the Heavenly Sang Sacred Tree stood, a mulberry-tree projection glimmering with immortal light appeared and overlapped with the Heavenly Sang tree formed from those countless leaves. This added an even deeper, more profound quality to both the tree formed by the Sang Moon battle formation and the blood moon.
At that moment,