"Retreat!"
Mei Siren commanded in a grave tone.
Everyone followed his lead, retreating again and again—even the demi-saints were no exception.
The battlefield was completely covered by that resplendent golden palace, and Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even see a shadow.
On the contrary, through the palace projected on the Dao Imparting Mirror held by Feng Zhongzui, one could vaguely discern some scenes inside.
Ye Xiaotian was also retreating.
He almost felt like taking Jade Capital City and fleeing with it, but then he thought that would be too ridiculous.
After all, whose city was it? Dao Xuanji's, or Xu Xiaoshou's?
Why didn't anyone care to take charge!?
He thought about staying to live and die together, but it felt like too much trouble. In the end, with a twist of his eyes, he still lifted the World in the Palm and pulled away.
"The Heavenly Unravel of the Supreme Emperor Sword..."
"An outbreak in a state of perfect fit..."
