The Haitang Squad had lost more than one person. Haitang herself and the remaining member were also badly wounded.
If the situation had not changed so quickly, the Western Division late-stage cultivator would only have needed a little more time to wipe out the Haitang Squad entirely. This showed just how formidable he was.
But that was no longer possible. All alone, even with late-stage cultivation, he could not fight eight opponents by himself—especially when one of those eight was someone he could not see through.
Even now, he had not figured out how Lu Ye had slain his mid-stage companion with a single slash. His companion's carelessness had certainly been part of it, but the enemy's terrifying foundation was likely the main reason.
Watching the eight Eastern Division cultivators regroup and escort the Spirit Orb toward their main camp, the late-stage cultivator let out a long sigh. He could not stop them!
He could still harass them and slow their delivery of the Spirit Orb somewhat, but what could one person accomplish?
Moreover, if he truly did that, he would put himself at risk instead. If a late-stage cultivator like him died here, he would be utterly disgraced.
Before the competition, he and everyone in the Western Division had regarded only the Southern Division as their great enemy. They had never considered the Eastern Division at all. But now, it seemed that barking dogs never bite, while those that bit kept silent. Without a sound, the Eastern Division had produced such a strange fellow. He felt it necessary to reassess the Eastern Division's threat.
With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that Lu Ye was not from the Little People Race. During the battle, Lu Ye had shown no trace of using Spirit Talismans, and his fighting style was