"HISS—"
Seeing Ye Tianling's appearance, the many Saint Masters, Saint Sons, and Saintesses couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
They had already retreated three thousand meters, but now, they fell back even faster, acting almost on pure instinct.
"Fall back—quickly, fall back!"
The Saint Masters began to shout cold commands. They simultaneously unleashed the mighty power of the Sword Ancestor Nine Paths, sweeping up the Saint Sons and Saintesses beside them to retreat immediately.
'It's over!'
In the distance, within the territory of the Returning Butterfly Sacred Land, a look of endless sorrow appeared on Ouyang Tianqi's face.
He sighed, glanced at Ouyang Qianyu beside him, and sent a Soul Transmission, "Saint Master, if we get a chance, we must leave this place! We must!"
He said nothing aloud, only conveying this message to the Saintess Returning Butterfly, Ouyang Qianyu.
Ouyang Qianyu's body trembled, and a look of horror flashed in her eyes.
