NanGong HeLing's expression remained calm and unmoved. "Marshal, my mind is made up."
An unquestionable force lay within her cool voice. Yuan Yi came running over in armor, a trace of hesitation on his fierce face as he wanted to persuade NanGong HeLing otherwise.
There were countless more battlefields for the myriad races across the Three Thousand Great Worlds, not merely this Extraterritorial Battlefield. Their journey ahead was still long.
He truly liked NanGong HeLing. She spoke and acted with decisive swiftness, never dragging her feet, much like his ancestor...
Now that he was the chieftain of the Nine Heavens Demon Sealing Ape Clan, he wanted even more to continue fighting shoulder to shoulder with He Ling.
Yet seeing NanGong HeLing so resolute, Yuan Yi did not dare say more. It seemed she did not like battlefields all that much.
Atop the mountain range.
The marshals frowned, their faces darkening as they remained silent for a long time.
Baili Wentian gazed into the distance, deeply studying NanGong HeLing before speaking in a resounding voice. "Good."
His voice spread throughout all directions like rolling thunder, yet he did not offer He Ling even a single word of persuasion.
"Marshal Wentian!"
"Marshal!"
"Wentian!"
The many Military Court cultivators were astonished. General He Ling had fought across the Extraterritorial Battlefield all this way—how could they simply let her leave like this?!
Even the three thousand soldiers behind NanGong HeLing revealed their shock. General He Ling had never mentioned retiring into seclusion to them. They could only stare at that blood-soaked figure from behind, their hearts filled with deep confusion.
An uproar from every direction shot into the heavens, as all eyes turned toward Baili Wentian and NanGong HeLing.
He Ling let out a soft breath and gave a realm military salute in