The Demon Race Retreats

The Sea Shark Palace Lord looked toward the Cangwu Old Ancestor, his voice carrying suppressed fury:

"Fellow Daoist Cangwu, though you are powerful, you have betrayed the entire Demon Race.

"You think you can keep yourself clean and untouched?

"The Dragon Race will not spare you, the Demon Race will not spare you, and this world—there will be no place for you!"

His voice echoed through the sky for a long while before gradually fading away.

No one answered him.

The Sea Shark Palace Lord withdrew his gaze and began calmly directing the Demon Race's retreat.

He ordered all Sixth Turn and Fifth Turn high-level Demonic Beasts to spread out along the flanks and rear of the retreating force, guarding the lower-level Demonic Beasts and the wounded as they slowly withdrew, wary of the Human Race taking the chance to pursue and slaughter them.

But his concern was clearly unnecessary—on the Human Race's side, neither Lin Tianyang nor Elder Duan had any intention of ordering a pursuit.

Everyone understood that although they had won this battle, the Human Race had also suffered grievous losses. The risks of pursuit were too great; it was better to quit while they were ahead.

Before retreating, Ao Li cast a deep look at Li Xiao on the city wall.

A cold gleam flashed in his vertical pupils, and his hoarse voice was clear:

"Li Xiao, I'll remember you. We'll meet again soon!

"When that time comes, I'll make sure you die without a burial ground!"

Li Xiao met his gaze with a calm expression. He did not reply, merely giving a slight nod, disdain written across his face.

Ao Li said no more. He turned and followed the retreating Demon Race army into the distance. His azure dragon body gradually receded amid the Demonic