The Fallen Immortal Flees to the Wild, Relying on a Thatched Hut; The Angry Commoner Hears of Slaughter and Smashes a Pot

"Damn that demon—how could he be such a monstrous fiend?!"

Amid the desolate mountains under the heavy dusk, ripples like waves suddenly spread through the air, gradually forming the phantom image of a Bagua Taiji diagram.

The phantom flickered several times before bursting apart with a soft "pop." Several figures dropped like kites with snapped strings, crashing heavily into waist-high brush. Branches and leaves rustled as dirt and grass clippings flew everywhere.

Yiqing and Lecheng landed on the outskirts. Though their waists and backs ached from the impact, they could still barely prop themselves up into sitting positions.

Neither of them had been among the main forces on the battlefield to begin with; they had merely been caught in the aftermath. At most, they were smeared with grass and mud, with a few tears along the edges of their robes.

But Yun Miao and the seven elders were in far worse shape.

Yun Miao's head felt as though it were splitting apart, darkness repeatedly swimming across her vision, while waves of chill ran through her body. She was still trapped in the shadow of having nearly died beneath the Great Halberd.

The seven old Daoists beside her were even more unsteady on their feet.

One old Daoist had lost his Daoist crown in the fall. His grizzled hair hung loose over his shoulders, and blood stained the corner of his mouth.

Another clung to a tree trunk, coughing without pause. Every cough made his chest heave violently, as though his internal organs had been injured by the shock.

The old Daoist with the tortoiseshell was in even worse condition. He sat cross-legged on the ground, the tortoiseshell that had been in his hand now shattered into several pieces around him. His face was ashen, as if covered in dust; his