Even if Qin Shaofeng was unwilling in every possible way.
His battle consciousness gradually dissipated, forcing him to break free from that state of combat.
Thinking back on the battles just now, he could only sigh deeply.
"What a pity. If she had fought alongside you a while longer, your gains would certainly have been greater," the World Will said.
Qin Shaofeng smiled bitterly. "She fought with me for over an hour before belatedly realizing she should retreat. That is already an exceptionally good thing for me. Asking for too much is hardly a good thing."
"That is true. But having just accepted the benefits brought by that battle consciousness, will you continue participating in the war?" the World Will asked.
"I'm going into seclusion."
Qin Shaofeng did not even glance toward the battlefield.
With their combat power utterly crushing the enemy, Zhou Qing commanding everything, powerful experts such as Emperor Jie of Xia protecting them, and countless battle-hardened warriors leading the troops, it would be the joke of the century if they could still be defeated. There was simply no need for him to worry.
"Then go into seclusion within my Heart of the World!"
The World Will said as its figure turned into a mass of Hundred Ghosts Fog.
"Zhou Qing, they likely will not make any large-scale moves within half a month. I'll leave the battle here to you." Qin Shaofeng trusted Zhou Qing, yet still sent him a voice transmission before stepping into that mass of Hundred Ghosts Fog.
With that single step, Qin Shaofeng felt as though he had crossed through an entire world.
He appeared in a vast expanse of whiteness.
This space was not especially large, only around ten million li in diameter. Yet for him, whether cultivating in seclusion or practicing martial