The majestic display of the nine axes striking simultaneously, the dominance that crushed Taiyi, has become an eternal and indelible mark etched deeply in the souls of every one of them.
"Disciples, I leave it to you now."
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The Jiuli Tribe members guarded around Chiyou.
"Jiuli Warriors! Stand down!"
A roar echoed across the battlefield, as Chiyou, who had been lying on his mount's back, now sat upright.
His expression was calm, and he reached out to stroke the head of the Iron-eating Beast, soothing the increasingly restless mount.
A chariot slowly approached, and Xuanyuan, leaning on the Divine Sword with both hands, watched the scene from afar.
"How is your injury?" Xuanyuan asked.
Chiyou bared his teeth and said forcefully, "I won't die."
"That's good," Xuanyuan nodded.
"There's no point in us continuing to fight."
Chiyou agreed.
"Roar! Roar!"
The round and plump Iron-eating Beast roared at the chariot, urging its master to leave quickly.
Chiyou laughed.
