As the Qilin-Dragon Cavalry rode away, the elite force that had most concerned the Three Saints of Fulong lost its power to intimidate.
As for the motley army under his command, he still didn't consider it a threat. Chen Fufeng would inevitably send a large force to reinforce them, so the time left to him would not be much.
Still, for the old dragon, even this brief interval was enough.
"Fellow Daoist Ge's mastery of formations is truly unmatched. To think you broke through a restriction with such formidable defenses in only three days."
Prison Lord Bai Tai stroked his beard and smiled. He and Chen Fufeng stood atop separate mountain peaks a thousand miles apart, yet seemed as if they were face-to-face. They could gather together with a leisurely stroll, and speak as they always had.
"The formations Saint of Alchemy Dongfang laid down are indeed incredibly powerful. If our two armies had just kept charging blindly, we'd have exhausted what little strength we have left by now.
"At last we've found a way through. I hope we can still take some men back with us in the end. Otherwise, even if we kill that wretch, Saint of Alchemy Dongfang, our record won't look too good."
Chen Fufeng sighed softly. The thought that they would still need to send a large army back through the teleportation array gave him a headache.
With that damaged teleportation array, even if several hundred thousand soldiers remained, after another great battle and the journey back, perhaps only two or three hundred thousand would be left.
They had mobilized more than four million soldiers in all, yet would return with not even a fraction of that number—and that didn't include their earlier losses at Lu Xiaotian's hands. At least the first glimmer of victory