"Retreat! Break out!"
The scream of the Iron-Blood Hall Master tore through the chaotic noise of the battlefield, a desperate command that signaled the total collapse of the demonic offensive. High above the burning sect, the crimson clouds of blood-qi began to disperse, shredded by the resurgence of the sect's guardian array. The trap had snapped shut, and the predators had become the prey.
But Mu Lianhua was not about to let the architects of this destruction leave so easily. Her eyes, burning with the cold blue light of the Azure Sky-Heart Flame, locked onto the fleeing demonic ships and the scrambling cultivators.
"You came uninvited," she declared, her voice amplified by her spiritual pressure, echoing like the tolling of a funeral bell across the island. "You stay."
