"We miscalculated. Run!"
The Abyss side fled in blind terror.
Even Old Man Yinli, a Late-Stage Dharma Body Realm cultivator, had been beaten to the brink of death by Li Xuancang. If they stayed, there was only one road ahead—death.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
The Grassland iron cavalry fled in panic, no longer daring to linger.
"Kill!"
At Li Xuancang's command, the Human Race immediately gave chase.
"Kill them all!"
"Wipe them out completely! Leave not a single piece of armor behind!"
"Don't let a single one escape! Make them repay their blood debt in blood!"
"..."
The Human Race's morale soared like a rainbow as they roared hysterically and charged after them, determined to slaughter every last Grassland Person without sparing a single one.
Whoosh!
Li Xuancang vanished, pursuing the Abyss experts fleeing in desperate haste.
Boom!
Duanmu Qingsong and the others rushed down below, massacring the Grassland iron cavalry.
"It's over."
The onlookers were dumbstruck. Li Xuancang's strength filled them with both awe and terror.
"The Grassland's betrayal will have consequences too grave to bear."
"The situation on the Wild Continent is becoming increasingly unfavorable. What are we supposed to do?"
"Can we defeat the Abyss?"
"..."
Everyone's hearts were tangled and heavy, filled with endless worry for the future.
Not only was the Abyss immensely powerful, it was also skilled at bewitching living beings. Wild Continent factions constantly fell into the Abyss.
As one side waned and the other waxed, the Wild Continent could not see the slightest glimmer of hope.
By the time Li Xuancang returned to the battlefield, the great battle was already drawing to a close.
The Grassland iron cavalry had been almost completely wiped out, while the Human Race had won a resounding victory.
Li Xuancang held two Dharma Body Realm experts in his