Golden Cicada in three strides had already gone a hundred miles away, saying the strongest of both sides on the battlefield now were at their last gasp would not be an exaggeration.
It could be said that this battle was fought with extreme brutality.
The Yama Hall lost two Hall Masters from the Upper Five Halls, while the Celestial Dao Sect hadn't yet seen major losses in strong figures, but their arrangements had been destroyed.
Only they knew in their hearts if this was a loss or not.
They had lost everything!
Di Liuxin's heart was bleeding, especially with Golden Cicada having escaped.
This time around, he didn't even know how he and Jiang Xinyuan would explain upon return.
Indeed, the Heavenly Dao did interfere, but ultimately the issue lay in their own hands.
It wasn't that he feared reprimand from the two seniors; everyone in the Four Extremes Hall shared the same status. What he feared was accountability from that one person.
The one they called Master.
