Wuhu

Two experts had gloomy expressions, filled with extreme anger.

After Yang Tianyu and Li Shuhua exchanged a glance, they immediately gave the order.

"Listen up, everyone. Yang Tianyu and I will keep Song Ke occupied. Elder Wu Zun will handle the other Demonic Lords. The rest of the disciples should seize this opportunity to retreat."

"Yes!"

Following the command, Yang Tianyu and Li Shuhua unsheathed their longswords and transformed into two streaks of light, soaring towards the sky, attacking Song Ke.

Meanwhile, over a dozen elder Wu Zun engaged in a fierce battle against the other Demonic Lords.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the disciples began their retreat simultaneously.

"Hmph, Song Ke, we will avenge this grudge in the future, and we will surely retrieve the Fragrant Pouch." Li Shuhua coldly exclaimed while battling Song Ke.

"Do you really think you can escape?" Song Ke sneered.

"Hmph, if your true form were here, we wouldn't be able to leave, but now..."

Yang Tianyu's and Li Shuhua's sword radiance shone brilliantly, and the tree roots that attacked them were cut into pieces.

Of course, although cutting off these tree roots didn't cause any actual harm to Song Ke, it managed to restrain him, allowing the disciples to retreat safely. Their objective was achieved.

"You're overestimating yourselves."

Under the emotionless giant face, Song Ke's icy gaze looked down at the disciples fleeing like ants, and he coldly said, "Besides dealing with you, crushing a few ants is simple."

As his voice fell, the ground suddenly rumbled.

Then, deep bottomless cracks appeared on the ground, accompanied by numerous vines that bound the disciples' hands and feet, pulling them into the cracks.

For a while, agonizing cries resonated through the ground.

Seeing this, Li Shuhua and Yang Tianyu panicked and shouted, "Retreat, retreat quickly, back to the camp!"

Upon hearing the command, the disciples, crying and howling, hurriedly returned to their original camp.

And witnessing the hopeless retreat of the disciples, Li Shuhua, Yang Tianyu, and others also withdrew in time, their faces filled with solemnity.

After a quick assessment, they realized that they had just lost one-fifth of their people.

"What should we do?"

Yang Tianyu's expression became extremely grave, and his eyes revealed a sense of despair.

For these high-level combatants, there might be a chance to escape, but for the other disciples, it was simply impossible.

The entire camp fell into silence.

The situation had become more severe than anyone had imagined.

"You all can stay here obediently and wait for death!" From high above, the emotionless giant face cast a faint glance at them before closing its eyes again.

The other Demonic Lords also showed no intention of attacking.

Apparently, Song Ke didn't want to act immediately in order to minimize losses. Perhaps he intended to personally take action after making a breakthrough.

And now, all they needed to do was to prevent Li Shuhua and others from leaving.

For the Imperial Sword Sect and Li Family, they had already fallen into a desperate situation.

The high-ranking members were filled with anxiety.

They couldn't leave.

If they waited until Song Ke broke through and became a Saint, their chances of escape would be even more slim.

"Big brother, it's right ahead, just ahead."

At that moment, in the nearby jungle, three voices could be heard. Night Wind Centipede perched on Doggie's head and pointed ahead, saying, "That's where I once followed a demonic emperor to bury his treasure. The old geezer loved collecting these things, there are so many shiny gold coins."

"Brother, I think I can smell the scent of gold coins too," said Ao Qing.

"Ahahaha, I can feel it too! Let's go, Qing, charge with me! The gleaming gold coins are beckoning us!"

"Wuhu..."