And Su Yue was also a direct beneficiary.
...
"Massacre the city!"
"Massacre the city!"
"Massacre the city!"
As the human army continued to exert pressure, the Yangxiang Race army retreated step by step, and many Martial Artists had already fled back to the wetlands.
Mokai was so furious that his Qi Blood flowed backward.
"All warriors, retreat..."
Looking up at the sky, Mokai let out a desolate sigh.
With just one sentence, it was like opening a floodgate.
In an instant, the Yangxiang Race Martial Artists fled frantically as if they had gone mad.
"Kill!"
Su Qingfeng swung his demon blade.
Swoosh!
Chains pierced through the void, directly cutting off the arm of a fleeing Sixth-Grade Yangxiang Race member.
They fled decisively and neatly, showing no desire to fight back, even if it meant losing limbs—they would escape at all costs.
Su Qingfeng was the first to step back into the wetlands.
Su Yue was the second.
Mu Cheng was the third.
