"One burst of energy, then decline; a third, and exhaustion! Though the disciples of our Creation Sect have indeed charged into the sword formation in one burst, these sword cultivators are clearly avoiding our edge. Once the Creation Sect disciples' offensive weakens even slightly, they will certainly launch a massive counterattack. At that time... it will be when our Creation Sect is defeated and retreats!"
"Zhao Ming may be right. After this battle at Xuntian City, the disciples of our Creation Sect will grow. But what about those disciples who have fallen?"
"And the hidden hand that provoked our Creation Sect into fighting Xuntian City? Was their target the Creation Sect, or Xuntian City? If our Creation Sect is defeated and retreats, will we still have a chance to survive?"
A thousand regrets and ten thousand thoughts surged into Zhong Haoran's heart like drifting catkins, leaving him unable to discern the shape of the battle. "Wuu..." At that moment, a low howl arose nearby. A Golden Core Mid-stage cultivator activated his movement technique and broke away from the fighting, fleeing into the distance without hesitation. Zhong Haoran lifted his gaze and saw clearly—was that not Wu Cheng, the sect leader of Huitong Pavilion?
"Hehe..." Zhong Haoran gave a cold laugh and thought, Being able to find one sect leader who fled before the battle, this Zhong can at least take some comfort in that!
However, just as Zhong Haoran was about to withdraw his gaze, the corner of his eye suddenly caught several streaks of sword light in the skies behind him. He froze, then hurriedly turned to look south!
At that moment, black masses of figures were already flying in formation across the boundless snowy plains. Though they did not seem as numerous as the Creation Sect disciples from