And the other side.

A group of disciples, regardless of their embarrassment, quickly gathered together and began to ask questions passionately.

"Why did they withdraw so suddenly?!"

The armies of the two tribes retreated in a hurry, and everyone's first reaction was that there might be a trick.

Just now, the demon cultivator looked like he hated them to the core, and they thought he would continue to fight them to the death, but unexpectedly, he left a few harsh words and ran away faster than a dog.

The more Yu Heng thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He immediately slapped his thigh and said, "Our cultivation world is not a place where they can come and go as they please. Why not bring a few people with me before they go far? Maybe we can catch up with them."

"How about it?" Yu Heng was a little excited after the fight just now, and he became more and more excited as he spoke, "Do you want to do it?"

"..."

Silence, deathly silence.

The disciples present looked at each other, and then all took a step back tacitly.

Thank you for the invitation. I'm sorry they can't keep you company.

Yu Heng was halfway through his words when he suddenly noticed that the surroundings were unusually quiet. He looked around blankly, only to see that everyone was looking at him with an indescribable expression.

The three-meter-long open space behind him was completely silent.

Yu Heng: "?"

He was a little confused, "What are you doing?"

Everyone is so far away from him, is he a virus?

Seeing that he was about to continue yelling, Cen Huan interrupted his suicidal speech with a punch, "Shut up, idiot. If you want to die, just forget it, but don't drag us down with you."

Those demons finally left, and if they chased after them now, wouldn't it be like they were rushing to deliver their food to the enemy?

Cen Huan was almost crying because of his stupidity.

The other two disciples of Ling Jian Zong stepped forward skillfully, held Yu Heng on the left and right, covered his mouth and dragged him away.

"Sorry, he's having another intermittent seizure. Let's take him down to sober him up."

"Ah, right, we'll excuse ourselves for a moment. You guys continue, continue."

"Uh-huh--"

Xu Xingmu looked at Yu Heng who was dragged away mercilessly by the two men, and was amazed. "I thought my junior sister was always courting death, but I didn't expect there would be someone who was more eager to seek death than her."

Shen Weixun stood aside, and when he heard this, he looked at him silently, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and then said sadly, "Yes."

Unexpectedly, with the presence of Yu Heng, this naive junior brother of his seems to be smarter.

At least Xu Xingmu was a little reckless, but he still knew his own weight.

Xu Xingmu tilted his head, not understanding why his senior brother was looking at him strangely.

Gu Lanyi retracted the Cangwu bow and jumped down. He didn't care about Yu Heng's life or death. He was also concerned about whether there was a trick. "As far as I know, the demons have always been a group of guys who will not give up until they achieve their goals."

Therefore, the sudden retreat at this moment was somewhat unexpected to the disciples.

The withdrawal of the two tribes' armies is indeed a good thing, but what they need to investigate is whether there is any conspiracy behind it.

He was never afraid to assume the worst of them.

Xie Baiyi moved his wrist slightly and retracted the sword in his hand. He tilted his head, recalled the change in Pei Yun's expression just now, and said lightly, "I think maybe something happened somewhere else."

The so-called new protector of the demon clan had a hint of arrogance in his words and deeds, and it was obvious that he had a high status within the demon clan. However, his expression at the time clearly looked like he had received some news that only he knew, and he was able to call people away at such a critical moment when they were attacking the city.

Looking at the entire demon clan, there is probably only the Demon Lord.

But here comes the problem——

Wasn’t the Demon Lord intercepted by Master and the others?

With confusion deep in their hearts, everyone started to engage in conspiracy theories. They all felt that the demons were up to something bad.

This retreat may have some new plans.

At this moment, the sword spirits who were sent out to clean up the escaped fish came back leisurely. They had just chased out to investigate and found that the demons and monsters had indeed evacuated.

It was a very clean departure.

Now the disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief. They sat down on the ground exhausted, and collapsed in a crooked state.

The four-member group from Taiyi Sect were the fastest to lie down, closing their eyes with a peaceful look on their faces.

Those clan members who usually cared about their image could not hold on any longer and fell backwards, with the spiritual roots in their bodies madly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy.

They had wounds of varying sizes all over their bodies, but fortunately, there were sufficient pills provided by the Yanxia Sect. However, the physical and mental fatigue could not be dissipated so quickly.

For a moment, a small vortex of spiritual energy formed in the open space.

The Star Blue Sword slowly floated back. Seeing the state of its sword master and the others, it stroked its chin and said "wow", pretending to be deep, "It's good to be young. You can fall asleep right away."

Xu Xingmu closed his eyes, picked up a stone and hit him on the head accurately.

"Shut up."

*

Xie Baiyi's sect uniform was almost soaked with blood, but he still stood straight. He looked around and raised his voice, "The demons and monsters have all left. You can take a rest now."

Not only them, the nerves of the other monks have also been stretched to the extreme, and they are afraid that they will break at the slightest disturbance.

Hearing these words, the monk who was still gasping for breath on the battlefield suddenly woke up as if from a dream. The long sword and magic weapon tightly clenched in his hands fell to the ground one after another, making crisp sounds.

This voice seemed to bring them back to their senses. After fighting for several days, these monks finally couldn't help but cover their faces and cry out in pain. Their voices were hoarse and they shouted with their remaining strength, "We won."

"we won."

"We held on."

For a moment, the air was filled with the cries of the monks who had survived the calamity. Looking at the familiar corpses around them, they roared as if to vent their grief and anger.

Those who are alive are still lucky, but what about those who are dead?

What’s more, some people didn’t even leave a complete body, and were directly buried in the belly of monsters.

The disciples lay quietly on the ground to recover their strength. Listening to the crying around them, they seemed to feel a sense of bitterness in their hearts.

They have seen such scenes many times. In the world of cultivation, the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. But no matter how many times, when they see such scenes of life and death, they still feel powerless.

They tried their best, but still couldn't save everyone.

Everyone's mood was very low for a while.

After Xie Baiyi made sure to convey the news of the two tribes' retreat to everyone, he quickly sorted out his thoughts and made a decision, "We don't need to stay here any longer. Who of you can contact Gu Xia and ask her what's going on over there?"

……