Long Haochen was also looking in her direction. Sytry was once again shaken to see that even if his body was now in a very weak state, and his spiritual energy greatly overdrafted, at the time he landed onto the fortress, Long Haochen’s both eyes were still limpid, and devoid of any impurity.
Sytry let out another stuffy groan, spurting out some blood, “We are withdrawing. Give the order of retreat.”
Actually, the demons had been escaping in panic since long before. The charges of the assassin powerhouses sank the demon army into a total state of panic, and the influence of Sytry’s Celestial Dance of Lust didn’t make things any better. The units were trampling into each other, and thereby one could see that the demon armies were utterly defeated.
