"Chaos Evil Scion, should we... retreat?"
Wang Mie looked toward the Chaos Evil Scion, a trace of hesitation in his voice.
The Chaos Evil Scion stared fixedly at the eight-colored radiance interweaving across the sky. His face twisted with extreme unwillingness, and only after a long while did he force two words through clenched teeth: "Retreat!"
He knew better than anyone that once Gu Hanxiao had entered the Eight-Marked Battle Body, his strength was no longer something they could withstand.
What was more, he was severely wounded, and most of his Dao Rhyme had been depleted. If they continued fighting, he feared they might not even be able to escape.
"Chaos Clan... count yourselves lucky today!"
Wang Mie ground his teeth and threw out a vicious parting remark. Then he led a group of experts away at full speed, transforming into streaks of flowing light.
The Chaos Evil Scion did not linger either. With a flash of his figure, he transformed into a wisp of dark, chaotic evil energy, tore through the void, and vanished without a trace.
Not long after they left, three figures strode through the air from the depths of the Chaos Clan. They were the Seventeenth Ancestor, Gu Chunxiao, and Lu Ren.
The three landed, and everywhere they looked was a scene of devastation. The surrounding mountain peaks had collapsed, the halls and palaces lay in ruins, and the earth was crisscrossed with cracks. The air still carried the undispersed aftershocks of Dao Rhyme and the stench of blood.
When the various ancestors saw this, they all hurried forward. Their faces still held the tremors of having survived a calamity, and they bowed in unison. "Congratulations, Seventeenth Ancestor, on entering the Eight-Marked Battle Body!"
The Seventeenth Ancestor gave a slight nod and asked the Fourteenth Ancestor,