After Venerable Lord Gan Hua made his decision, the commander of the Heavenly Emperor's Guards did not object. He had never been entirely committed to fighting back in the first place, and the situation now only made that resolve weaker.
Neither Honghao Heavenly Emperor nor any of the other Celestial Emperors had stepped forward to help them. At a time like this, their opponent was already showing extraordinary mercy by letting them live, and doing so without attaching any conditions.
The immortal army quickly reached a consensus. One after another, they withdrew from the formations and strategic passes they had been guarding, allowing those areas to be swallowed by the Nine Nether Weak Water.
The once-majestic Mount Buzhou, so lofty and awe-inspiring in the eyes of every immortal soldier, was slowly being conquered. The faith in their hearts faded along with it.
At the most perilous point of the great battle, the Celestial Emperor truly had no place in his heart for subjects like them. By contrast, the Dragon Lord had once risked everything to protect the entire Dragon Domain, holding off the Four Celestial Emperors with his own body, only to end up suppressed.
At the start of their conflict, the Immortal Realm had held an overwhelming advantage. Compared with the Immortal Realm of that time, the entire Dragon Domain—including the Dragon Lord—had been so weak that they could not even be called ants. Yet the Dragon Lord had led that feeble clan all the way to the present, gathering scattered members from every corner and gradually expanding their ranks.
The Immortal Realm had hunted them relentlessly. Even outsiders like them knew that the Dragon Lord had repeatedly stood on the brink of death, yet they had never heard of him abandoning his people to flee alone.
He had