Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
At Old Xiu's command, the remnants of Su Old Devil who had been searching for the other Yao Residence Divine Shuttle Ships also returned to their ships one after another.
Then, the black Divine Shuttle Ships shot out impatiently, heading straight back toward the eastern Central Plains.
After only a few breaths, the remnants of Su Old Devil, who had seemed so terrifying in the eyes of the Yao Residence members, vanished completely before them.
Including Duanmu Chun, everyone stood there with their mouths agape, staring at one another. Then many looked down at the fragments of Divine Shuttle Ships belonging to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the others in the forest below, as well as the corpses hanging from trees and scattered everywhere.
The entire scene fell silent for quite a while...
"We... got saved just like that?"
Zhang Duiyin looked utterly bewildered, her face full of disbelief. Just now, it had clearly been a dead end.
The Thousand Kings Holy Tower had caught up to them, and the terrifying remnants of Su Old Devil had caught up as well. Yet not a single one of them had died. Instead, the Thousand Kings Holy Tower and the other pursuers had been wiped out completely by the remnants of Su Old Devil.
The old blacksmith said blankly, "Our luck is so good it's exploding."
To come through something like this unscathed—if that wasn't luck, what was?
Then... whoosh!
The people of Yao Residence finally erupted into thunderous cheers again. Though they had survived for no apparent reason, at least they were still alive.
And it seemed entirely explainable.
What the remnants of Su Old Devil hated most was the Thousand Kings Holy Tower. And because Sikong Jing had killed Pei Yuzheng earlier, Xiu Hanzhi had spared