"Let's withdraw first. Wen Tingdao has arrived, and some of our clansmen should be on their way here too. We'll decide what to do after we meet up with them." Lin Zhengfeng quickly agreed with Shun Dongxiao's suggestion. In the battle to attack Roaring Dragon Mountain, the Qilin Clan's Golden Immortal-level experts had suffered especially heavy losses. Lin Zhengfeng truly didn't dare risk it again. If too many of the Qilin Clan's Golden Immortal-level experts were lost, then even if they wiped out the Dragon Clan later, the Qilin Clan would likely end up a vassal of the Headless White Corpse Clan.
Yuan Tianguang nodded. He could more or less guess what Lin Zhengfeng and Shun Dongxiao were thinking, but in the present situation they couldn't gain the slightest advantage. There was no need to stay and fight to the death. With Shun Dongxiao's resolve already wavering, even if they forced him to stay, it certainly wouldn't end well.
The Qilin Clan had indeed lost a considerable amount of Golden Immortal-level strength, but the Headless White Corpse Clan had hardly escaped unscathed at the Heavenly Immortal level. Its losses had merely looked a little better by comparison. With the two sides not yet fully engaged, retreating now was by far the safest choice.
Once the three had agreed, Shun Dongxiao raised a hand and struck through the air. Several Blood Prison Underworld Demon Palms came slamming down, accompanied by the shrill cries of vengeful spirits. Lin Zhengfeng brought his blade down, and several Ice Qilin Beasts roared forth. Wherever the blade pointed, a thick layer of black ice spread in an instant.
Yuan Tianguang brought his palms together. A pillar of fire suddenly descended from the sky, and within it stood a tall, burly Headless White Corpse wrapped in thick