After the Battle, Mo Wuxie's Fighting Spirit

Hearing that the battle was over, Mo Yang froze. Hardly daring to believe it, he asked:

"Elder, what's over?"

Wang Hu's voice came through. "We forced the old Nascent Soul monster to show himself, so there's no need to keep fighting. Bring your people back. Just wait a bit for the Internal Affairs Pavilion to tally your Contribution Points."

Mo Yang was startled. "Could it be True Lord Kongyou?"

True Lord Kongyou was the only Nascent Soul expert who had set his sights on the Xingfeng Sect, and Mo Yang suspected he was the one he had seen earlier.

"That's right, it was him. But Senior Zhengjiao stepped in at the end, and he didn't dare make a move," Wang Hu said.

Mo Yang was startled. "Senior Zhengjiao?"

He hadn't expected Zhengjiao to be the one to step in.

"All right, we'll talk when you get back. We'll meet at the Black Coast forward base. The sect master is here too."

Wang Hu had no intention of wasting any more words and hung up.

Mo Yang put away the phone, then addressed everyone in the Azure Dragon Formation. "Everyone, return to the Black Coast!"

With Mo Yang's order given, the members of the Azure Dragon Formation began heading back to the Black Coast.

In another stretch of sea.

The Weng Household's Golden Core cultivators were currently locked in a running battle with the Xingfeng Sect's Vermilion Bird Formation.

Zhou Jing had sent ten aerospace carriers to pursue Weng Bufan and the others.

The ten aerospace carriers kept firing their shipboard cannons at Weng Bufan and the others to harass them.

The aerospace carriers were already far faster than ordinary Golden Core cultivators, and the Weng Household's Golden Cores found it difficult to shake off their pursuit.

Nor could they counterattack,