["Retreat?"]
[The Prince of the South found it hard to accept, yet he had no choice but to consider it.]
[At present, he and True Lord Ancient Mirror could barely suppress your physical body together.]
[Your nascent soul spirit body, however, was slaughtering the dynasty's early-stage true lords.]
[If the Prince of the South attacked your nascent soul spirit body, True Lord Ancient Mirror alone could not possibly hold down your physical body.]
[Should your nascent soul spirit body suddenly return then, even True Lord Ancient Mirror would risk being gravely injured or killed.]
[Heavenly Weight True Lord had already perished completely. The dynasty's expeditionary cultivator army absolutely could not afford to lose a second middle-stage true lord.]
["Retreat."]
[With conflicting thoughts swirling through his mind, the Prince of the South could only make this difficult decision.]
[He had fought for the Great Cosmos Immortal Dynasty for hundreds of years, crossing hands with countless nascent soul true lords, including many at the pinnacle of the nascent soul middle stage.]
[Yet no nascent soul middle-stage true lord had ever put him under such tremendous pressure. Your nascent soul spirit body and physical body could each be considered an independent fighting force, representing the pinnacle of two different paths.]
[You alone were equivalent to two cultivators at the pinnacle of the nascent soul middle stage-and those were the middle-stage pinnacles of the paths of an Ancient Supreme Spell Cultivator True Lord and an ancient supreme body cultivator true lord.]
[To the nascent soul middle-stage true lords of recent antiquity, this was nothing short of an attack from a higher dimension.]
[Within the Palace Prison, your main nascent soul flashed again, appearing near the seventh dynasty true lord.]
["No-"]
[Despair crossed this dynasty true lord's face, and terror filled his heart. Without hesitation,