"Those Demon-Monsters just retreated like that? It was like they were playing around."
"I don't understand. I can't figure out what the Demon-Monsters meant by doing this. What was the point?"
Zhang Wusheng and Li Xiaoyao said with bewildered expressions.
They had just been fighting with all their might when the Demon-Monsters withdrew like a receding tide, without the slightest hesitation.
This... how was that any different from playing around?
They came out, got a batch of themselves killed, then went home?
"What are you so upset about? Someone is even more upset than you are right now."
Ye Lin folded his arms and rolled his eyes at them.
Following Ye Lin's gaze, the others immediately understood.
The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, who had been brimming with fervor and fighting spirit just moments ago, now stood where they were with blank, bewildered faces.
At that moment, they were truly lost.
They did not know what they had just done.
They did not know what meaning there had been in doing it.
The Demon-Monsters had retreated—and they had done so while holding an overwhelming advantage.
Why? Even a fool could figure it out.
They had divided up the benefits.
They had divided them up—but what about us?
"Senior Sister."
A Heavenly Sword Sect disciple clutched a cold female corpse and wept bitterly.
Other disciples stared blankly at the corpses before them.
That was his... biological younger brother.
"Let's go. We've already been scalded enough by the muddy waters of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It's time to leave."
"I have a feeling that the entire Earth God Realm, and even this world itself, is about to undergo a tremendous upheaval. An even greater mess is coming."
San Zang narrowed his eyes and spoke softly.
A cultivator's intuition was extremely accurate, and his