As the minutes and seconds ticked by, the fierce battle between Luo Bai and Cao Yan's group had already lasted more than an hour.
The heart-stopping battle was brutally savage, and both sides had suffered heavy losses.
Luo Bai's enormous, phantom-like hands hammered relentlessly at Cao Yan, Zhang Yun, and the others like a raging storm.
One careless moment, and that terrifying force would smash them into a puddle of minced flesh.
Yet at this critical moment, Luo Bai's body displayed an astonishing ability to recover.
His severed arm had actually regrown in a short time, and even the hideous wound on his neck healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
By contrast, Cao Yan, Cheng Quan, and the others were in terrible shape.
Wounds of every size covered their bodies, and blood stained their clothes red.
Not only that, the prolonged fighting had exhausted both their stamina and spiritual power, and their once-powerful auras were growing weaker and weaker.
Luo Bai was the exact opposite. He seemed to grow fiercer the longer he fought, and every person he devoured added another measure to his strength.
Just then, a sudden shout cut through the din of the battlefield:
"Run!"
The cry struck like a thunderclap, instantly sending the already tightly wound crowd into a panic.
Amid a rush of noise, more than half of them turned and fled without hesitation, as though raging floods and savage beasts were chasing at their heels.
Cheng Quan and Zhang Yun exchanged a glance, each understanding the other's intent.
Without hesitation, they turned and sprinted away like arrows loosed from a bow, leaving Cao Yan alone where he stood to serve as the rear guard.
At the sight, Cao Yan cursed inwardly, but his feet did not hesitate.
He swiftly turned