Yao Zhenjun's fleet pressed deeper into the interior. After merely half a day, they ran into another defensive formation located in the rear.
This place was likewise guarded by cultivators, and once again, it was an evil cultivator. Clearly, in order to resist Xi Emperor's offensive, the six sects had recruited many cultivators from across the Earth Continent, showing no concern for their origins.
Moreover, evil cultivators were often hunted down by the Hao Clan. Before the Hao Clan's fortified cities, it was difficult for them to obtain the blood medicines needed for cultivation under most circumstances. Only on the battlefield could they openly acquire such things. Each side was simply taking what it wanted.
This man exchanged several moves with Yao Zhenjun. Once he realized he was no match for her, he fled decisively, just like the black-robed cultivator before him.
This was hardly surprising. They had never been cultivators of the six sects to begin with, merely recruits. If they were outmatched, naturally they would retreat. Were they supposed to throw away their lives here?
After watching the fleet leave his defensive zone, he returned to his former spot and sat down as though nothing had happened.
The Lie King's Marshal's Office and the six sects feared that they would roam about recklessly, so each of them had been assigned a fixed area to defend. Since no order had come from above telling them to pursue and intercept the enemy, why should they go looking for trouble?
As for letting enemies slip across the border, they saw the situation clearly. With the six sects now facing Xi Emperor's fierce offensive, there was absolutely no way they could afford to make more enemies. On the contrary, they had to placate and win them over. So long as they did