948: Chapter 949 Retreat!!

Amidst the dissipating energy, a tall, tower-like figure stood firmly in front of Xin Yingying.

This person wore a hideous Demonic Armor that seemed to be stitched together from countless faces of agony.

His face was hidden beneath a gruesome ghost-faced helmet, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes burning with tyrannical demonic flames!

It was none other than the Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a Titan of the Early Stage Body Integration Stage—Zhu Wuneng!

Zhu Wuneng's massive demonic body swayed slightly in the air, causing violent ripples to appear in the space beneath his feet.

Blocking this palm strike seemed easy, but his expression hidden beneath the ghost face was grave to the extreme!

The opponent's pure and vast power, as scorching as a divine sun, actually caused a searing pain in the hard demonic scales covering his palm!

However, when his burning demonic eyes suddenly focused on the three divine wheels spinning frantically behind Yao Delong...

...which were devouring energy like massive black holes, that crimson light flickered violently!

"It's you!!!"

Zhu Wuneng's voice carried extreme shock and disbelief, exploding like a thunderclap across the deathly silent battlefield.

"River of Oblivion City! The one who exchanged the great void spirit nurturing pill for the nine nether earth core milk... the Xuan Seven VIP!"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like pouring cold water into boiling oil!

Xin Yingying's pale face was instantly filled with astonishment, and she suddenly recalled that day on the top floor of the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower...

...that grey-robed figure with a mysterious aura and extraordinary bearing! It was actually him?!

The mysterious person who even dared to ignore the Ghost-Faced Old Man? Why would he appear here? And stand on the side of the Nine Nether Sect?!

Yao Delong did not remove his disguise; beneath that blurry mist...

...a low chuckle seemed to sound, carrying a hint of non-committal mockery.

Warning bells rang wildly in Zhu Wuneng's heart! The scene from River of Oblivion City instantly became clear in his mind—

That bizarrely fused Burning Heaven Divine Fire, that inconceivable Void Realm teleportation, and that posture as steady as Mount Tai when facing the Ghost-Faced Old Man!

This person's methods were strange and unpredictable, and his strength was unfathomably deep! He was definitely not someone an ordinary Early Stage Body Integration Cultivator could rival!

"You are not from the Nine Nether Sect!"

Zhu Wuneng stared fixedly at Yao Delong, his voice low and grave. "That old ghost, the Ghost-Faced Old Man, was defeated at your hands...

Just who are you? Where do you come from? The Moyang Sect? Myriad Sword Valley? Or... the Yin Yang Sect?!"

He quickly guessed which major powers from outside the Xuan Ye Dynasty might intervene in this battle.

Yao Delong's laughter became a bit clearer, carrying an indifference that looked down upon a chessboard:

"Heh, no need to guess. Why should I explain my actions to the likes of you from the Demonic Path?"

He neither denied nor admitted it, but his disdainful posture made Zhu Wuneng feel even more uncertain.

Zhu Wuneng quickly turned his head and sent a hurried and grave voice transmission to Xin Yingying, whose aura had withered to the extreme:

"Young Miss! This person's strength is strange and his methods are unpredictable; a direct confrontation is not wise!

He is not from the Nine Nether Sect, yet he has intervened; there must be a plot behind this!

Now that your Origin is heavily damaged and the Sect's reinforcements have not yet arrived... this place is not suitable to stay for long!"

Xin Yingying bit her lower lip hard, her enchanting face filled with unwillingness and resentment!

She had expended enormous effort and was on the verge of taking Blood Sea City, only to have the situation completely disrupted by this Xuan Seven who had suddenly appeared!

The opponent's unfathomable strength and unscathed posture filled her heart with wariness and a hint of...

...fear that she herself was unwilling to admit!

She took a deep look at the grey-robed figure standing atop the ruins, as indifferent as a deity.

It was as if she wanted to brand this 'Grey-Robed One' who ruined her plans into the depths of her Soul!

"Fine! What a 'Mysterious Grey-Robed Man'! I will remember today's 'gift'!"

Xin Yingying's voice carried a bone-chilling coldness, like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice grinding together.

She suddenly waved her hand and shouted with absolute decisiveness:

"All members of the Sun Moon Divine Cult—Retreat!!!"

The command was like the decree of a Demon Lord! The Sun Moon Divine Cult followers, who were already terrified by the world-destroying collision just now...

...retreated frantically towards the outskirts of the battlefield like a receding tide of black seawater, under the cover of experts like Jue Wuxie!

Although their formation was chaotic, it also carried a madness of having escaped death!

On the battlefield, only the mess of corpses, the shattered mountains and rivers, and...

...the Nine Nether Sect Cultivators remained, staring blankly as the enemy retreated like a tide after surviving the catastrophe.

The wind blew, carrying the scent of blood and scorched earth.

Silence.

Absolute silence enveloped these ruins that had just experienced a battle between gods and demons.

Yao Delong stood quietly in place; behind him, the three Great Sun Divine Wheels slowly stopped their devouring, their light turning inward.

His blurred face turned towards the direction of Blood Sea City; no one knew what expression was beneath that mist.

On the city wall, Qiong Shuang's massive Dragon eyes stared straight at that grey-robed back, filled with unabashed shock and curiosity.

Old Black Mu slumped to the ground, panting heavily as he watched the demonic tide quickly receding outside the city, muttering:

"They're... gone? Damn it... they're really gone?!"

In the crater, Ye Wushang struggled to lift his head, looking at the back standing on the ruins like a stabilizing pillar, his eyes filled with deep awe and complexity.

Above the ruins of Blood Sea City, a thick scent of blood and gunpowder smoke permeated the deathly silence.

Old Black Mu sat slumped on the shattered city bricks, his whole body feeling as if his bones had fallen apart.

The energy shockwave from just now had almost shaken his old bones to dust. His ears were sharp...

...and he had clearly caught Zhu Wuneng's thunderous "Xuan Seven of River of Oblivion City"!

"River of Oblivion City... Xuan Seven..."

Old Black Mu's heart skipped a beat, and his cloudy old eyes instantly erupted with an indescribable brilliance...

...as he stared fixedly at the grey-robed figure floating in mid-air with an aura as deep as an abyss!

That back, that unfathomable feeling, that overbearing power of the three sun divine wheels devouring heaven and earth... there was no mistake!

It was him! Yao Delong! His own master!

Old Black Mu was so excited he almost jumped up on the spot; a massive surge of joy and pride instantly dispersed the sharp pain and fatigue in his body!

He had personally seen his master go head-to-head with that lunatic, the Ghost-Faced Old Man, in River of Oblivion City!

How long had it been since then? His master's strength had actually skyrocketed to such a level?

Even an old devil at the Body Integration Stage like Zhu Wuneng, the Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect...

...was forced to avoid his edge, not daring to fight to the death, and could only cover Xin Yingying's retreat?

This... this is too damn fierce!

Old Black Mu's chest felt like it was holding a red-hot coal, both hot and swelling; he wanted nothing more than to rush up, hug his master's leg, and shout "awesome"!

But he was an old hand in the Jianghu after all, and his last shred of reason firmly suppressed this impulse.

Master was still wearing the "Mysterious Grey-Robed Man" persona! His identity must absolutely not be exposed!

He quickly lowered his head, hiding the excitement and worship on his face, though his fingers scratching the nearby broken bricks trembled slightly with excitement.

At this moment, that figure like a god or demon slowly descended, landing silently in front of Qiong Shuang.

Qiong Shuang's massive Dragon eyes were filled with vigilance and a trace of hard-to-detect curiosity.

This mysterious grey-robed person who had suddenly appeared and was incredibly strong—was he friend or foe?

In the battle just now, he had clearly helped the Nine Nether Sect's side and repelled Xin Yingying.

But his unfathomable aura and bizarre concealment methods still made it impossible to trust him completely.