In the latter half of the night, when Chen Mo returned to the campsite, he found that because of his battle with Aliqi, not a single patch of intact ground remained nearby. Everything lay shattered and fragmented.
The aftermath of a clash at the Xiantian Heaven Flower Realm was already this terrifying. How dreadful would the destructive power of a battle between Grandmasters be? It was hard to imagine. And above that, Grandmasters... well, no wonder they were restricted from acting.
If Grandmaster-level experts were allowed to act as they pleased, the entire Great Zhou Dynasty would probably be destroyed.
The destructive power of super experts was simply too great; it could be described as earth-shattering and heaven-destroying.
"They should have retreated to the rear, right?" Chen Mo stood suspended in the air, gazing into the distance.
Even at night, his vision remained unaffected, allowing him to easily see conditions extremely far away.
Yet he could not spot any trace of the True Martial Sect's party, which meant they had gone beyond the limit of his sight.
Thinking about it, they had fought from morning until night. After so much time, Xun Yi and the others had surely withdrawn to somewhere very far away.
Unable to find any sign of his senior brothers, Chen Mo instead saw the boundless Barbarian Tribe army on the western frontline battlefield slowly advancing toward his position. Yet there was no sign of his own side's army.
"They lost again."
It was exactly as expected. Chen Mo was not surprised, and he did not linger there, leaving decisively.
If a Barbarian Tribe Grandmaster came over, he would be in danger.
In fact, not long after Chen Mo left, a Barbarian Tribe Grandmaster truly arrived there. Staring in the direction Chen Mo had gone, his brow