"Retreat? Fellow Daoist Zhao, Senior You Ruo, do we... still have any possibility of retreating?"
Zhao Mingyuan swiftly turned his head toward the suddenly speaking Lin Wuyou. "Hm? Fellow Daoist Lin, what do you mean by that?"
Lin Wuyou gazed into the distance and said calmly, "Our sect's Venerable Lord is trapped. Should anything go wrong, with only the people remaining from our two sects, if we wish to target the Three Sects again in the future, I'm afraid... it will no longer be possible for several hundred years."
"So what? The Three Sects suffered even greater losses in this battle than we did. For several hundred years, they will likewise have no spare strength to target us." Zhao Mingyuan spoke resentfully.
Su Shi'er still had a trump card, and had even managed to trap the terrifyingly powerful Man in Black before them in one stroke. This had completely exceeded his expectations.
Furthermore, although the person before them was only an early Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, his strength was at its peak.
His methods were even more unfathomable. At this moment, Zhao Mingyuan had not the slightest desire to fight.
"So... after several hundred years of planning, Fellow Daoist Zhao still wants to do it all over again? You must know, once time drags on, anything can happen. Next time, fortune may not necessarily favor our two sects." A dark gleam flashed through Lin Wuyou's eyes as he continued persuading him.
Zhao Mingyuan faltered at those words. The Great Zhao Dynasty's path to supremacy lay right before him. No one knew how much effort he had poured in, how many schemes and preparations he had made, all for this step.
How could he possibly be willing to give up?
Starting over would not only consume time and energy; no one