"Why would the Divine Weapons leave..."
"Imperial Heaven, my Lord, what has happened?"
"Heaven, heaven, heaven..."
An Jing was unafraid of the abnormal detachment of the Divine Weapons and faintly had an answer in his mind, but the others from Da Chen couldn't say the same.
Before, when faced with a surprise attack by demons, they had not panicked but had orderly retreated in preparation to defend the town alongside Xu Tai, but now, the martial artists of the escort agency were completely disoriented.
This wasn't because they weren't strong, but because a well-accustomed and seemingly inviolable rule had been yanked from reality by an inconceivable force, and the shock and sense of collapse were overwhelming.
Even Xu Tai was now massaging his temples, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, falling into deep thought.
"Stop thinking."
An Jing clapped his hands, producing a sound like thunder, drawing everyone's attention to himself—he repeated the 'retreat' command once again.
