Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Sword intent swept in every direction. Bamboo Monk Lan Yun suppressed the Crow Calamity Daoist with nothing but a flying sword, while the crisscrossing Sword Qi also successively rescued several hundred members of the Dragon Race and Sky-Shadow Clan warriors.
The more than two thousand qilin-dragon riders accompanying the Crow Calamity Daoist were trapped inside the formation created by the bamboo forest and could not escape. From time to time, falling bamboo leaves killed or wounded them.
The veins on Chen Fufeng's forehead throbbed as he watched. At this moment, the ordinary immortal army had yet to reinforce them, but the enemy had already begun withdrawing.
Yet there was nothing he could do about the situation unless he personally entered the fray. First Ji Ting had appeared, and now Bamboo Monk Lan Yun had arrived—someone who had practically stepped into the level of an Immortal Lord with one foot.
If not for the more than two thousand qilin-dragon riders distracting part of Bamboo Monk Lan Yun's attention, and if the other party had not been unwilling to stay and fight the qilin-dragon riders and the Blood-Jade Howler Army's main force to the bitter end, then the Crow Calamity Daoist would never have been as composed as he was now.
Ultimately, the Sky-Shadow Clan and the Jin Dragon Race were simply too weak. Even though they clearly held the upper hand and could inflict much greater casualties on the immortal army with one more push, they could only abandon the excellent situation before them to avoid suffering even greater losses themselves.
They had to avoid being bogged down by the immortal army's main force and dragged into the mire of attrition. Even if the Sky-Shadow Clan and Jin Dragon Race suffered far fewer casualties than the immortal army,