Hei Louxi meandered across the battlefield, her feathered armor chilling to behold, her figure enchantingly lithe. Behind her, a pair of massive black wings occasionally pulsed, each motion bringing with it a great deal of death.
In just a short time, several more Golden Pill Peak cultivators from the Hei Clan perished, and countless bodies of surrounding Golden Pill Monks crashed to the ground.
"Demons..."
The direct lineage Golden Pill cultivators of the Hei Clan looked upon the battlefield in terror.
Centuries of experience and battle wisdom told them that to flee was to die, that the greatest casualties on the battlefield didn't occur in the front lines but in the process of pursuit after a rout.
But, another voice, likewise stemming from centuries of experience and battle wisdom, stated that relentless resistance would lead to complete annihilation, leaving none alive.
In the world of cultivation, morale was important, but not that important.
