There was no time to think, not even time to clearly survey the situation around them. The scene was utter chaos.
The instant they emerged from the Crimson Phoenix Flying Ship, they had to defend themselves, kill the demonic beasts around them that might attack and kill them, then find a possible route of escape—an endless cycle of self-defense, vigilance, and beast-slaying.
There was absolutely no chance to stop and rest.
These demonic beasts came in every conceivable form, all with strength at the Heavenly Martial Realm or above, and their combat power was astonishing. Even though the humans had already fought until their eyes were red and their blood was boiling, they were completely suppressed in the very first exchange.
Yang Chen also knew that the situation was dire. With only the forces temporarily dispatched by the three sects, they simply could not contend head-on against the demonic beasts. They could only retreat first and make plans for the long term.
They had to withdraw as many people as they could. Right now, they needed to preserve as much of their own fighting strength as possible.
Yang Chen swept his eyes across his surroundings. For him, there were many ways to break out of the encirclement, but he first had to take care of the Northern Territory Sect's people.
It was too tragic.
In only the time it took to brew a cup of tea, some were dead and some were injured. Heavenly Martial Realm experts, who could once be called high-level combat power, had already lost more than a dozen people in the first round alone.
Fragile. Before war, even Heavenly Martial Realm experts seemed utterly fragile—completely unable to withstand a single blow.
Moreover, a vast army of demonic beasts was still surging in from behind. Before a