Su Yueli escorted Han Yu out of the battlefield. "Go!"
Han Yu clutched her sleeve. "Master, don't go."
This time, she did not believe Su Yueli was certain to win.
The power unleashed when Motian Xing broke through had already made everything clear.
The gap between the fifteenth realm and the fourteenth realm was not merely a single level.
It was a realm no one in the world had ever truly set foot in.
Now, Motian Xing only had to stand there for the surrounding laws to gravitate toward him.
Su Yueli's fists were still powerful.
But she could no longer suppress him as she had before.
"If I don't go, he'll catch up."
Su Yueli removed Han Yu's hand. "Take everyone and keep retreating."
"Where to?"
"As far as possible."
"What about you, Master?"
Su Yueli looked at her. "I'll find you once I'm done fighting."
Han Yu did not let go. She could hear the evasion in those words.
Even her master did not know whether she could return.
"Don't lie to me."
Han Yu's eyes reddened. "If you can't beat him, we'll leave together."
"We can't leave yet." Su Yueli looked back at Motian Xing.
He had not pursued those retreating. He simply stood quietly in the middle of the wasteland, familiarizing himself with his newfound power.
This interval was their only chance to escape.
Once Motian Xing fully mastered the power of the fifteenth realm, nowhere on the entire continent would be safe.
"Listen to me."
Han Yu finally released her hand. "Master, I'll wait for you."
"All right."
Su Yueli turned and walked back into the wasteland.
With every step, the fist intent within her grew stronger.
She did not look back, and Han Yu did not linger.
"Retreat!"
She led everyone away into the