Grim Battle Results

"Senior!"

Chen Nianzhi's eyes were bloodshot. He still wanted to lend another hand, but Sacred Lord Dao Yan stopped him.

Sea-Calming Daoist also grabbed him, his expression grave. "We cannot die here. Otherwise, how will we defend the Eastern Wilderness?"

"Preserve our strength for now, then plan our counterattack in the future."

Chen Nianzhi's heart twisted in pain. He led the others onward, looking back every few steps, yet in the end he resolutely fought his way toward the outskirts with killing intent.

As they parted, he saw the black dragon soar into the sky. He saw Dao Lords one after another remaining behind to die as rearguards. He saw mighty figures who had once shaken the world buried here one after another.

Only after a long while, after fighting their way tens of millions of li, did they finally break free from the chaotic battlefield and catch up with the human treasure ship fleet withdrawing from the Celestial Stars Isles.

Several more days passed, and Primordial Spirit Dao Lords gradually returned, each of them severely wounded.

Then, three days later, the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion summoned everyone aboard the Pure Yang treasure ship, the Sea Pavilion World-Suppressing Ship.

"Brother Tianya."

At this moment, everyone aboard the treasure ship looked toward the master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion seated at the head, waiting for him to speak.

The master of Heaven's Edge Sea Pavilion swept his gaze over those present and found that only a little over thirty Primordial Spirit Dao Lords remained seated there.

Even counting Chen Nianzhi and the other half-step Primordial Spirits with Primordial Spirit-level combat power, there were only around forty such combatants left. His eyes could not help but dim slightly.

This battle had been far too brutal. The combined Primordial Spirits of