Chapter 584: Retreat
Lin Feng caught up almost the instant Chong Shan turned around, his spear tip flashing like golden lightning, aiming straight for Chong Shan's back.
Chongshan parried with a backhand sword, but Lin Feng thrust five more times, each thrust aimed at his vital points, forcing him to retreat and parry at the same time.
Jiang Zhaoyue, wearing the Moon Chasing Wind Boots, relentlessly pursued Zanghua with her Silver Moon Sky Spear, giving her no chance to create distance.
The retreat of the Blood Abyss Demon Sect turned into a desperate and arduous retreat from the very beginning.
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After the Blood Abyss Demon Sect's retreat signal exploded at an altitude of 1,000 meters, the rhythm of the two aerial battlefields at 700 meters and 500 meters changed almost simultaneously.
Those disciples and elders of the Demonic Sect who were just fighting the army of the Beacon Fire Territory switched from offense to defense, fighting and retreating, trying to shake off their opponents and move towards the north teleportation gate.
Paul brandished his long axe, gripping a grandmaster wielding two swords tightly, and roared, "Trying to leave? Did you ask my axe first?"
Isabella wielded the Staff of the Wind God, unleashing a dozen wind blades that slashed across the area, forcing a Grandmaster who was about to escape back.
Lu Dingchuan and Liu Zhenshan pressed forward, effectively halting their advance.
Five hundred meters in the air, more than a dozen demonic sect masters suddenly stopped fleeing and, as if they had planned it, turned around at the same time and surrounded Feng Xue.
These masters were all very experienced, and they could tell at a glance that the golden light on Feng Xue's body had dissipated, and that the silver dragon's defense was at its weakest right now.
Blood Shadow Step flashed repeatedly, Blood Bat clones scattered in all directions, and Soul Refining Blood Eye and Blood Prison Domain pressed down on the Silver Dragon one after another.
They didn't seek to injure the enemy, only to delay them. Every move they made was harassment. They would strike once and then retreat, retreating a few steps before circling back, like a pack of jackals circling a ferocious beast.
"Don't linger! Just hold it off and buy time for the main force!"
The leader shouted loudly, and before he finished speaking, a dragon's tail swept towards them.
He was so frightened that he leaped more than ten meters away with a single Blood Shadow Step, his body swaying several times in the air before he finally regained his balance.
"Damn it, that beast's tail is even faster than before!"
Another master wielding claws swept past from the side, urgently shouting, "Don't clump together! Circle around its wings, don't stop, or you'll become a target!"
"You make it sound so easy! You go up and try walking around it!" someone cursed under their breath, but dared not slow down, dodging and leaping around Feng Xue.
"Hold it back, don't let it rush down!"
"Keep stalling! Why don't you guys just fight a little longer? Why are you all running away?!"
"If you're so capable, then you do it! Don't just stand there talking!"
"Why should I go? Why the hell don't you go?"
"I'm fucking looking for an opportunity!"
A group of people bickered as they circled around Fengxue, somersaulting and somersaulting.
Feng Xue slammed down with her claw, and the three grandmasters retreated simultaneously, her Blood Shadow Step so fast that it almost left afterimages.
The dozen or so people, like a swarm of startled wasps, scattered and then gathered again, always maintaining a dangerous yet tacit distance from the silver dragon.
Fengxue was furious at being disturbed by these dozen or so people. Several times it tried to flap its wings and chase after the retreating main force of the Demon Sect, but it was interrupted by these grandmasters who attacked from the side or behind.
Without armor, it could no longer charge recklessly as before when facing a dozen people attacking from different directions. It could only focus more on defense and occasionally launch a counterattack, but it was difficult to break through the encirclement of these experienced masters.
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On the north wall of Hangu Pass, the moment the retreat signal lit up, the disciples of the Demonic Sect, who were still fighting against the Qin elite soldiers, the Qin garrison troops, and the second-stage awakened ones, immediately erupted into chaos.
The remaining formation collapsed instantly, and everyone was only thinking about escaping.
"Retreat! Retreat! Run!"
"The noose's over there! Don't fucking push!"
"My knife! Who knocked my knife away!"
They rushed toward the noose, and some people were knocked off their balance from behind as soon as they stepped onto it, screaming as they fell off the city wall.
Some even drew their swords against their own fellow disciples in a fight over a noose.
Thousands of innate disciples and tens of thousands of acquired disciples surged toward the thousand nooses like a flood bursting its banks, their shouts, curses, and screams mingling together.
"Get out of my way!" A disciple with bloodshot eyes shoved the person in front of him aside. He had just jumped onto the noose and hadn't even gotten a firm footing when he was kicked off by an even stronger demonic sect disciple behind him.
The burly man hadn't run more than a few steps when a stray arrow from the city wall pierced the back of his neck, causing him to fall from the noose.
On the city wall, Qin elite soldiers and garrison troops surged toward the noose like a tidal wave.
"Chase!"
At a command, the Qin warriors, wielding halberds, leaped onto the noose.
Their bodies raced across the noose as if walking on flat ground, their long halberds pointing forward, gleaming coldly.
Elite Qin soldiers followed closely behind, wielding bronze swords and shields, chasing and killing the demonic sect disciples who had not yet escaped far.
The noose was full of people, falling down like dumplings being dropped into a pot, their screams echoing everywhere.
Just as several first-stage awakened cultivators finished off a few post-natal disciples who couldn't escape in time, several green lights appeared on the ground, and all that fell were energy crystals.
A bearded man kicked a crystal on the ground: "These demonic sect bastards are so damn poor. They don't even drop any equipment when they die, just a few broken stones!"
A short guy next to him quickly squatted down to pick them up, laughing as he did so: "What do you know? 100% drop rate! Every disciple is guaranteed to get one. This is a great deal, we're rich!"
Another tall, thin man, who was stuffing crystals into his pocket, scoffed upon hearing this: "What kind of fortune are you making? It's all confiscated and redistributed. No matter how many you collect, they won't end up in your pocket."
Upon hearing this, the shorter man froze in mid-air, his face immediately falling: "Damn it, you should have said so earlier! I was just thinking of hiding a couple!"
"Hidden?" The tall, thin man glanced at him sideways. "The last batch of people who hoarded their spoils are still peeling potatoes in the mess hall."
The little guy shuddered and obediently took out all the crystals.
The bearded man chuckled beside him, "You little rascal, peeling potatoes is nothing compared to what happened last time. Old Zhao secretly kept a blue crystal and was punished by having to sweep the pigsty for three months. Now he even smells like pig manure when he walks."
The short man cried out, "Stop talking! Stop talking! I'll hand it all over! I'll hand it all over!"
The tall, thin man leisurely tossed his own crystals into the bag, muttering, "This isn't a war, it's like working for the lord."
The bearded man slapped him on the back of the head: "Working? This is called contributing to the construction of Beacon Fire Territory! Get it, get it, understand?"
"I understand, I understand..." The short man nodded repeatedly.
The three continued their chase while bickering.