"This scholar's rather interesting."
He Yeye curled her lips into a smile and stroked her fair, delicate chin.
"Such a reckless fighting style, such a ruthless scholar. This old lady really hasn't seen one like him before."
"Woooo—wooooo—"
After a full three hours of bloody, grueling battle,
a low horn sounded at last, distant and faint, from behind the Yao Race army's lines.
Hearing the horn, the Yao Race army, which had been locked in fierce combat with the Human Race cultivators, withdrew in orderly ranks, like the ebbing tide.
The Yao Cultivators above the Golden Core Realm stayed behind to cover the retreat, fighting as they fell back and keeping the Human Race pursuers at bay.
He Yeye led from the front, taking the Human Race cultivators in pursuit for a while longer, but then discovered that several powerful trap-and-kill Formations had been quietly laid along the Yao Race's retreat route ahead.
"Those damn bastards."
He Yeye spat and ordered the troops to sound the gong and withdraw.
After the first clash,
Xiao Mo dragged his exhausted body back to the small courtyard.
He was covered in blood.
He couldn't even tell whether the sticky blood came from his own wounds or from the Yao beasts slain on the battlefield.
But looking at the tattered blue robe he wore, Xiao Mo couldn't help feeling a pang of melancholy.
Ruxue had sewn this blue robe for him by hand. Its grade wasn't low, either; it was a third-grade magical treasure.
Yet after just one battle...
it had ended up like this.
The battlefield really was a meat grinder.
Xiao Mo silently drew some cool, clean water in the courtyard and carefully washed away the clotted, blackened blood and grime on his body.
Then he took out some clean strips of