Thus, the Eight Steeds elder swept up Lian Zhidiao and turned to flee in a flash.
He had originally wanted to take the chance to blast Teng Yue to death, but Ying Sanmeng and Zhan Hu had already arrived, leaving the elder no opportunity to strike.
At the same time, as the two fled madly, the remaining wounded soldiers and others also fled beyond the sea boundary.
In the blink of an eye...
Only battered Divine Shuttle Ships remained within the sea boundary, shattered amid the waves.
The waters around the wreckage were filled with corpses and blood. Just as Sikong Jing had said, the Cangyu Demon Sect's waters had been dyed red with blood. Yet the Cangyu Demon Sect did not pursue them. Instead, they coldly swept their gazes over the onlookers retreating farther and farther away.
The Cangyu Demon Sect's battle to defend its gates ended in a sweeping, overwhelming victory.
A few breaths later, Ying Sanmeng thundered, "Everyone, if you still want to destroy my Cangyu Demon Sect, then come in!"
His voice boomed like thunder. No one dared approach!
Far beyond the sea boundary...
Seeing that the Cangyu Demon Sect members had not chased after them, the Eight Steeds elder at the peak Divine Emperor Realm stopped while still carrying Lian Zhidiao.
He panted heavily as he stared in the direction of the Cangyu Demon Sect, his face twisted with rage.
"You... just wait."
Such a crushing defeat filled the Eight Steeds elder with extreme humiliation.
After all, nearly ninety percent of the people he had brought had died. How could a dignified six-leaf sect endure such a thing?
Lian Zhidiao also looked at the battered troops and others who had escaped, his expression ugly to the extreme as he said, "Just wait, Cangyu Demon Sect.