Xiao Ning'er stood a few steps in front of him. She still maintained the same posture just now, with Short Sword lying in front of her. The shadow of Wind-Thunder Sky Sparrow was barely maintained deep in her soul, and the thunder light was beating weakly.
She looked at Shen Fei, her eyes paused on his face for a moment, then moved to the two halves of his body on the ground, and then back again.
Her breathing was slower than before, but her chest was still heaving violently, and the burn on her left arm was tightened by the morning wind, causing burning pain.
She slowly put down Short Sword, the tip of the sword hung at her side, her fingers loosened a little, and the whiteness on her knuckles receded.
Everyone's eyes were locked on the three people in the center of the square. Huyan Lie held a broad-backed sword in his hand, and the blade had been unsheathed, but he never rushed forward.
He could see that a battle of that level was not something that Black Gold Initial Rank people could intervene in. It wasn't until Wu Hong was split in half by a sword that he came back to his senses, turned around and shouted to the people behind him, "Follow me!" and then ran towards the center of the square in large strides.
A dozen people behind him rushed up after him and gathered around the two halves of Wu Hong's body. The expressions on their faces slowly changed from shock to an indescribable relief.
Witch Ghost Family's more than thirty Black Gold Rank masters were still kneeling on the edge of the square. They had been kneeling there since they were killed by Shen Fei's sword just now, and they never stood up.
At this moment, they looked at the two halves of the body on the ground, and at Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er standing in a pool of blood. The expressions on their faces changed from fear to numbness.
The movement coming from the direction of the formation was louder than anyone in the square expected.
A dark golden light curtain spread out from directly above City Lord's Mansion, covering nearly half of the city. The light was deep and heavy, suppressing the gray sky in the early morning.
But the thick light curtain was shaking violently at the moment, with huge convex bumps bulging out on the surface, as if something was smashing out from the inside.
Every time the convex bumps bulged, the Inscription lines on the light screen became darker. Three people, Nie Li, Ye Zong, and Ye Mo, stood in the center of the formation, forming seals with their hands. Spiritual Power poured all his strength into them, and then they could barely push the convex bumps back.
After Shen Fei finished slashing Wu Hong with his sword, his knees were bent and Ink Cloud propped himself on the ground. After taking a few breaths, he took his eyes away from the two halves of Wu Hong's corpse and looked in the direction of the formation.
He couldn't see the outline of the inside of the light curtain clearly. He could only see more than twenty dark red shadows rushing back and forth inside. Each collision brought Legend Rank and other Spiritual Power fluctuations, making the light curtain buzz.
Nie Li's forehead was covered with sweat, Ye Zong's Wind and Snow Spiritual Power light beam was trembling slightly, Heavenly Plume Sacred Bird's wings behind Ye Mo were spread to the extreme, and the golden feathers were shining one by one, tightly suppressing the nodes of the formation.
At this moment, the dark red shadows inside the light curtain suddenly gathered at one point at the same time.
More than twenty Legendary Rank auras stacked together to form a dark red light pillar that was so thick that it turned black, hitting the same position of the light curtain from the inside.
The light curtain had a large dent at that point, the Inscription pattern crackled into pieces, and fine cracks began to appear on the edge of the dent.
Nie Li's expression changed. The speed of forming seals with his hands suddenly increased, and he was muttering something in his mouth, but the dent in the light curtain was still expanding.
Ye Zong's snowy light beam deflected in that direction, and Ye Mo's Heavenly Plume Sacred Bird also pressed the golden Power of Law to the same place. The three forces stacked up and barely slowed down the dent.
Then the beam of light hit it for the second time. This time it was harder than the first time. The light curtain cracked a hole directly at the point of impact. The gap was not big, only one person wide, but it was enough for the people inside to rush out.
A gray-white figure squeezed out from the crack, with dark red lines all over its body, its breath was strong, and its speed was astonishingly fast.
Behind him were several other shadows, squeezing out of the cracks one after another. Everyone was injured. Some were missing half an arm, and some had a bone-deep wound on their chests. However, everyone's breath was still at Legend Rank, and no one had completely lost their fighting ability.
Nie Li bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed Essence Blood on the formation at his feet.
Ten Thousand Demons and Spirits Array's light curtain suddenly lit up for a moment, and the cracks began to close under the strong light, trapping a few shadows that had not had time to squeeze out.
Those who had already squeezed out did not bother to turn around to save others. The gray-white figure who took the lead glanced at the battle situation in the square. The two halves of Wu Hong's body were lying in a pool of blood.
More than thirty Black Gold Rank masters stood at the edge of the square. The circular formation enshrined by the City Lord's Mansion was still standing. Huyan Lie led a dozen people to guard the corner of the front street. His vertical pupils shrank and he squeezed out a short syllable. That was the language of the Witch Ghost Family. Shen Fei could not understand it, but he could tell from his tone and actions that he was giving an order to retreat.
After he finished shouting, he turned around and rushed towards the outside of the city. The Legendary Rank masters behind him followed him, one after another, at extremely fast speeds, not even taking away the more than thirty Black Gold Rank masters kneeling at the edge of the square.
When the Black Gold Rank masters saw the leader running away, they also got up from the ground, lifted up their injured companions on the ground, and retreated in the direction of City Wall.
Huyan Lie was standing at the corner of the front street. He had already pulled out the big knife, and the knife was still stained with blood from cleaning up the remaining residue.
When he saw those Witch Ghost Family Legendary Rank strong men trying to run, he subconsciously rushed forward with his feet out, when his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone from behind. He turned around and saw that it was Ye Zong.
Ye Zong didn't know when he flew down from the direction of the formation and landed beside Huyan Lie. He held Huyan Lie's arm with one hand, not very strong, but very stable.
"Don't chase." Ye Zong said.
Huyan Lie opened his mouth and pointed at the retreating figures. "They injured so many people and just let them run away?"
Before Ye Zong could speak, Ye Mo's voice came from above his head.
He was hanging in mid-air, and the hem of his gray gown was blown up by the wind. The shadow of Heavenly Plume Sacred Bird had already retracted from the Soul Sea, and the wrinkles on his face looked very deep in the morning light.
He looked down at the people below, his tone was very calm, but every word was clear. "Don't chase the poor criminals. There will be another time. This time it comes too suddenly, and we are not prepared enough. Everyone obeys the order - rescue the wounded and do the aftermath."
Huyan Lie took the knife back, and the fingers holding the handle loosened, then tightened, and finally loosened. He waved to the people behind him, and more than a dozen people poured out from the corner of Front Street and ran towards the square.