Lei Zongyuan stood in the void, his hair disheveled, and murmured as though in a daze, "Retreat? Where can we retreat to?"
"Divine Mist Mountain has already fallen, and Cloudview Heaven is about to fall too. So many elders and disciples have died in battle. How can I have the face to cling to life in this world?"
The Immortal Alliance cultivator urged him, "As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. Preserving yourself for future use is the sensible course now. Don't let both the people and the land be lost, leaving no hope of revenge!"
As he spoke, he swept his sleeve, sending a Gang Gale around Lei Zongyuan's body and dragging him away into the distance.
The Immortal Alliance had not sent them here to be buried alongside the Cloudthunder Sect. At a time like this, they would naturally help if they could, and leave it at that if they could not.
With no hope of saving the Cloudthunder Sect, bringing back a Nascent Soul Cultivator like Lei Zongyuan would at least count as fulfilling their assignment.
Hundreds upon thousands of Mechanism Puppets surged toward them along the way, trying to surround and attack them, but the Immortal Alliance Nascent Soul Cultivators covering their retreat struck them down with spell incantations, scattering broken limbs and components across the ground.
These Immortal Alliance experts had come with opportunistic intentions in the first place and had remained stationed in the rear. Now they fled remarkably swiftly, taking dozens of nearby Core Formation Elders and several thousand disciples with them.
But while the cultivators could run, the Spirit Peaks could not. Divine Mist Mountain and Cloudview Heaven were unlike the Puppet Masters' Sky Cities, which could maneuver and fight wherever and whenever they wished.