Boom! The giant hand formed by the convergence of rainbow light shattered under a single strike from the white-bone long whip, causing Tianhong Yutang to stagger backward.
Just then, a pale golden full moon blocked the path of the descending white-bone long whip, intercepting the ferocious blow on Tianhong Yutang's behalf.
Otherwise, Tianhong Yutang alone would have been completely unable to withstand the opponent's attack.
"Daoist Hua and I will join forces to hold off the Palace Master of Linhun, and as for the rest of you, run for your lives however you can," Old Monster Huangyang said with a grave expression, the impending defeat already sealed before the battle had even fully begun. The remaining Golden Immortals could at least hold their own against the likes of Hun Yong and Tu Ling and their subordinate corpse-ghosts.
Yet the enemy still possessed someone just slightly inferior to the Palace Master of Linhun and the Myriad-Bone Soul-Devouring Serpent Spirit, and no one was left to keep him in check. Moreover, their side still had a batch of severely injured individuals whom they simply could not look after right now.
Old Monster Huangyang no longer cared about the others; he had to leave before the white-lion-masked man joined the fray. Unable to even look after himself, how could he possibly have the spare strength to care for anyone else?
City Lord Wuxuan, Ruan Qitian, and the others all changed expression drastically, yet they recognized the reality of the situation. If they scattered and fled, the enemy would be unable to pursue all of them.
Under these circumstances, the survival rate was actually at its highest. If they truly gathered together, the ultimate result would only be getting picked off one by one by the enemy.
"Run!" City Lord Wuxuan shouted in a