The battle in the Third Dao Yan Universe had entered a stalemate from the very beginning.
And a stalemate proved one thing: Qin Luo held every advantage.
If it dragged on, they would be unable to take down Qin Luo's side. Yet Qin Luo alone had been left free; he did not even need to hold back Chi Lin and Mo Shuang, the two King Rank, Peak-Tier experts.
He only needed to deal with those at King Rank, Low-Tier and mid-tier...
The King Rank, High-Tier enemies were being handled by the natives of the Third Dao Yan Universe as well.
Borrowing the Fortune of their respective dynasties, Xing Ye and Yao Hua were more than capable of matching two King Rank, High-Tier opponents.
Even if there were one or two scattered King Rank, High-Tier experts among the remaining Dao Yan Guards, they were nothing worth mentioning before Qin Luo.
After several were dragged into the Human Emperor Banner, they were swiftly digested.
Then came the next batch!
The Dao Yan Guards' numbers were dwindling.
Chi Lin and the others immediately sent a request for aid to the Dao Yan Tower in the Immortal Realm.
"I think we should retreat first—get out of here!" Mo Shuang roared through voice transmission to Chi Lin.
"Leave? Where would we go?"
"Do you know how great a price the Dao Yan Tower paid to send us here? We failed to complete the mission, yet we want them to bring us back? Do you think that's possible? It's absolutely impossible!"
"They would rather let us die here. That would cost them less!" Chi Lin roared furiously.
Mo Shuang fell silent. Chi Lin was right. The price of sending them down here was equivalent to the combat strength of Dao Yan Guards like them.
In fact,