Killing intent filled the wilderness. Streams of light streaked past as the generals of the Devil Palace raced onward to eliminate future trouble, hunting down the heavily wounded Ninth Son of Ink Sect.
From sunrise to midday, the relentless pursuit had never ceased. Two protectors of the Devil Palace, three True Realm Demonic Generals, and thousands upon thousands of elite devil troops continuously swept across the horizon.
Above the Twelve Peaks of Tianwei, black and white chess pieces filled the sky, forming a Heavenly Net and Earthly Web that held back the five Yamas. Within the net, the demon butterfly guarded the pass alone, her flowing sleeves dancing as she single-handedly held off all five.
Tears of Buried Flowers traced a dazzling black radiance. With the aid of the black and white chess pieces, she actually fought the five Yamas to a temporary standstill.
Outside the battle, Xie Tiance raised his hand and laid out the formation. Black and white pieces continued falling into position, using heaven and earth as the chessboard to trap the five.
One moment, two moments... Time trickled by. Within the battle, the five grew increasingly anxious. Knowing Ning Chen was in danger, they desperately wanted to break free, yet could not.
Nearly an hour passed. Xie Tiance glanced at the blazing sun in the sky, waved away the chess pieces filling the heavens, and said calmly, "Retreat!"
Within the battle, the demon butterfly drew her twin blades. Supreme martial might illuminated the world, and one strike shook apart the battlefield. Then, with a step of her lotus feet, she broke free and departed.
Luo Xingchen bent his bow and condensed an arrow, just about to release it when Mu Qianshang flashed to his side and raised a hand to stop him.
"Helping Ning Chen comes