After Liu Changxu, Zhang Hao, and Wuming discovered traces of the Blood Race skyship fleet in the starry void beyond the planet and confirmed that the Blood Race Army had left Sea God Star, they finally breathed easy.
Zhang Hao and Wuming exchanged a glance, each seeing in the other's eyes the relief of having survived a calamity.
Yet after discovering the fleet's trail, all three tacitly avoided mentioning pursuing the Blood Race Army to avenge their slaughtered fellow humans.
Liu Changxu had only just broken through to the late Tribulation Transcendence stage and had never had time to properly stabilize his magic power. His cultivation foundation remained extremely unstable; the slightest misstep could send him into cultivation deviation.
Under such circumstances, throwing himself into a prolonged, fierce battle would undoubtedly place him beyond all hope of salvation. One wrong move, and he would be smashed to pieces.
Zhang Hao and Wuming, meanwhile, understood their own strength all too well. Had Liu Changxu not stepped forward and taken the lead, they might not even have found the courage to leave their sects and scout the enemy.
Their earlier fierce battles against the Blood Race Army had taught them that their strength was nowhere near enough to match it. Recklessly courting danger for revenge would very likely plunge them into an irretrievable abyss and cost them their lives for nothing.
Still, the three did not immediately return to the Myriad Forms Sect. Instead, they stood in the void beyond the planet, their gazes fixed on the retreating Blood Race fleet until it receded into the vast universe, dwindled to a few indistinct black specks, and finally vanished.
Seeing the Blood Race fleet disappear, Liu Changxu said softly:
"All right, let's head back!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Zhang Hao and Wuming hurriedly answered