Daoist Wan Ming fought one against two in the sky, facing the Creator Winged Flood Dragon on one side while fending off Guardian Gao on the other. For a time, he was in grave danger. Moreover, pinned down here as he was, he had no way to lend aid to his fellow cultivators.
He could see that the situation had gone awry. If this struggle continued, the people of Frost Continent would inevitably have their way. Since that was so, there was no need for them to lock horns here to the death. He shouted, "Everyone scatter! Leave if you can. I alone am enough here."
Qi Yu also said, "Fellow Daoists, do as Fellow Daoist Wan Ming says."
He too could see that the Frost Continent people could contend with them only because they had gathered together. Once they scattered, however, these people would be no match for them.
As for those hybrid cultivators, there were only three of them, and all seemed to have something wrong with their minds. They had merely caught them off guard earlier. If they dared pursue at their heels, then they would not mind cleaning them up.
Guardian Gao snorted, yet he abandoned Daoist Wan Ming and turned to charge toward Qi Yu and the others.
He had also realized that Wan Ming was even tougher and more troublesome than expected, not someone he could take down in a short while. In contrast, the cultivators on the field were the real problem. Each of them was highly destructive on their own. Letting even one escape now would require far more effort to deal with later. It would be better to eliminate them first.
The power of Guardian Gao's crystalline jade outer armor far surpassed that of the others. He possessed the strength and