"Everyone, run!"
The Tong Ling Sect Dou Shengs in the distance saw Han Yu's side had been defeated. Without another moment's hesitation, they immediately shouted for their companions to flee.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as the words fell, the dozens of Tong Ling Sect Dou Shengs who had remained behind, working together to desperately resist the suction of the Deathly Silence Gate, vanished in the blink of an eye.
They were not fools. They knew that without Han Yu's support, there was no point in staying behind.
None of them could withstand the combined assault of an Eight-star Dou Sheng and dozens of other Dou Sheng-level combatants.
Although the opposing side had fewer people, their own Six- and Seven-star Dou Shengs were being held back by several Five-star Dou Shengs with powerful Soul Power and a wind attribute woman of astonishing speed.
With their strongest fighter being only a Five-star Dou Sheng, the enormous gap between them and an Eight-star Dou Sheng—
Could not possibly be bridged by such a small numerical advantage.
"Damn it! Xiao Yan, you despicable, shameless little thief!"
At that moment, a furious roar that echoed through heaven and earth suddenly rang out from within the dissipating fire clouds in the distance.
Though they were some distance away, everyone present could still sense the boundless fury contained in that roar.
Buzz!
The next instant, a vast aura suddenly shot out from the fire clouds.
In an instant, that ocean-like, seemingly endless aura scattered the fire clouds.
As the fire clouds disappeared, Qiu Yue's figure was once again exposed to everyone's sight.
However, when he reappeared before the crowd, his already miserable appearance had become countless times worse.
Forget his clothes—even his body was pitted and battered, covered in blood holes of all sizes and burns.
Yet