Seeing that Cui Hongshen had no intention of leaving and still seemed fixated on his wager with Han Bing of the Seven Wonders Sect, Xiao Hua coldly crushed his confidence. "Look toward the front of Jiming Mountain. How many Jiming Mountain disciples are still alive? Don't forget, this is only the sword cultivators on one side. If the sword cultivators from the other three sides come over as well, none of us will survive!"
"That's right!" Cui Hongshen shuddered inwardly, then waved his hand. "Go, we'll fight as we retreat!"
At the same time Cui Hongshen decided to flee, Han Bing and Zhan Xin also came to a decision. They had already investigated clearly: these sword cultivators had come precisely for the Innate Golden Mother and would absolutely not let them escape. Naturally, they had to return to Jiming Mountain, make plans for the next step, properly arrange the Innate Golden Mother, and then flee!
When Zhan Xin and Han Bing swept out with their divine senses and saw the Thunder Control Sect disciples slowly moving outward, cruel smiles appeared on both their faces. Zhan Xin made a swift decision and waved his hand. Another crimson blaze shot into the air—the signal for all disciples to withdraw!
Once the Jiming Mountain disciples had all left, with only the Thunder Control Sect disciples remaining, would they still have any chance of survival?
Upon seeing the crimson fire shoot into the sky, the Jiming Mountain disciples felt as though a heavy burden had been lifted. They all struggled with all their might to break free from the battle and prepared to fly toward Jiming Mountain's restrictions!
But at that moment, an earth-shattering sword cry rose from the north of Jiming Mountain. It had seemed extremely distant just moments ago, yet in an