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Locked in combat high in the sky, Jiang Maoxing felt an icicle-like chill pierce straight into his bones. The instant his baleful tiger eyes caught sight of that silver figure, unprecedented terror seized him.
"Retreat!!!"
A ragged roar, edged with a shrill note, exploded among the clouds.
This was no command, but a howl from the depths of his soul.
Run!
It was almost instinctive. Against an existence like Xuan Zixian, even an instant's hesitation would let Xia Ruxin below, who could purify his Soul Skills, join Xuan Zixian in a lethal pincer attack.
When that happened, he might not escape with his life!
Without the slightest hesitation, his enormous tiger body twisted violently at the waist. Trailing the lingering remnants of baleful clouds, he turned and fled desperately into the distance.
He moved so fast that he left a bedraggled trail of smoke in the air, his bloody baleful aura scattering behind him.
The rout of the Evil Soul Masters on the ground was even more like an anthill struck by a boulder.
"Run!"
"The Moon Palace is here!"
Panicked howls instantly drowned out the cries of battle!
Enduring the agony and corrosion tearing through his soul body, Lao Nianzhao smashed his wolf-lion true body through the rubble and scrambled down beneath the cliff on all fours, wishing his parents had given him a few more legs.
The Demon Dragon Army's Evil Soul Masters besieging the mountain fortress broke into utter chaos. Their savage, surging offensive collapsed in an instant, and every surviving Evil Soul Master wailed as they scrambled to flee in all directions.
For a time, the woods beside the little lake below the mountain, the gullies beside the pasture, and even the sheer cliff