Nangong Hueling's expression remained calm and unmoved. "Marshal, my mind is made up."
Her cool voice carried an indisputable force. Yuan Yi came running over in battle armor, hesitation flickering across his fierce face as he wanted to persuade Nangong Hueling.
There were still countless battlefields for the myriad races of the Three Thousand Great Worlds—not merely this Extraterritorial Battlefield. Their journey ahead was still long.
He greatly liked Nangong Hueling. She spoke and acted with lightning decisiveness, never dragging her feet, very much like his old ancestor...
Now that he was the chieftain of the Ninefold Demon-Sealing Ape Clan, he wanted even more to continue fighting shoulder to shoulder with He Ling.
Yet seeing how resolute Nangong Hueling was, Yuan Yi did not dare say more. It seemed she did not particularly enjoy the battlefield.
Upon the mountain peak.
The marshals frowned, grave expressions settling upon their faces. For a long while, no one spoke.
Baili Wentian gazed into the distance, taking a deep look at Nangong Hueling before saying in a resonant voice, "All right."
His voice spread in every direction, rumbling like thunder. Yet he did not offer He Ling even a single word of further persuasion.
"Marshal Wentian!"
"Marshal!"
"Wentian!"
The many Military Court cultivators were stunned. General He Ling had fought her way across the four wilds of the Extraterritorial Battlefield—how could they simply let her leave like this?!
Even the three thousand soldiers behind Nangong Hueling revealed looks of shock. General He Ling had never spoken to them of retiring. They could only stare at that bloodstained figure from behind, their hearts filled with deep confusion.
The uproar from all directions surged into the heavens, every gaze fixed upon Baili Wentian and Nangong Hueling.
He Ling let out a soft breath and gave