Once they had reached a consensus, He Yulou, Baili Qingping, and Venerable Lei Bai suddenly unleashed attacks more ferocious than any they had used before.
They forced back the Golden Immortal-level soul corpses in front of them, then immediately broke away and retreated, rushing through the now-chaotic immortal army formation while bellowing for a withdrawal.
It was not that He Yulou and the others wanted to flee in such a sorry state. The environment here was simply peculiar: sounds were infinitely weakened before they could travel very far, until they faded into nothingness.
As the three Golden Immortal-level powerhouses raced backward, they issued the order to retreat. In the midst of a chaotic battle, that was bound to cause even greater panic.
But the three of them could no longer afford to worry about that. This was their only option. They would save as many as they could; that was far better than having everyone perish here.
At He Yulou and the others' signal, scattered units of the immortal army fought desperately to break free of the soul corpses before them and followed them in retreat.
Though the soul corpse army had already seized an overwhelming advantage, it could not stop every soldier from escaping—especially Golden Immortal-level powerhouses and the many Heaven Immortal and Profound Immortal commanders.
Even the Golden Immortal-level soul corpses, formidable as they were, could not stray too far from their controllers. Those who controlled them clearly could not pursue the enemy without holding anything back. They could only do their utmost to intercept some of the fleeing soldiers.
He Yulou and the others fled for their lives, repeatedly intercepted along the way. By the time they finally escaped the battlefield, only a little over thirty thousand soldiers remained at their side.
Watching the immortal army behind