Princess Iron Fan paused, lowered her head without knowing what she was thinking, and ultimately left the North Sea in silence.
Ox Demon King watched the back of his wife, and only when she disappeared from sight did he sigh with a dark sadness.
Lin Heng said nothing further, merely patted his shoulder and said, "Let's head back."
The two of them promptly left the North Sea.
Hidden everywhere, the watching strong figures from various factions saw both sides depart like this and couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"It's a pity we couldn't see the true strength of the Great Qin Ancestral Dragon."
"If this battle erupted, Ying Zheng joining forces with a dozen Dragon Race Quasi-Saints might have really been able to keep that Daoist here."
"Just a little bit away, alas..."
A number of Quasi-Saints sighed secretly and ultimately disappeared from view.
The Ancient Wilderness Dragon Race escaped difficulty, and the divided North Sea gradually returned to a misty, shimmering state.
