Duan Tian remained silent, quietly hovering beside the Linglong Tower.
Just as this opportunity for interception presented itself, on the side of the Immortal World Camp, over ten figures instantly appeared, accurately heading to intercept the Demon Race's Quasi-Saint. Meanwhile, numerous obscure and difficult-to-discern auras vanished into thin air, like clay oxen entering the sea, silent and traceless.
"Retreat!"
Lin Chen immediately ordered Duan Tian to retreat; facing a Quasi-Saint in battle was certainly not his mission. It was best to leave the fighting to the Quasi-Saint big shots in the rear.
Leading Team Three in battle and ensuring that the situation didn't collapse was his responsibility fulfilled.
No sooner had Duan Tian retreated than a middle-aged man had appeared in front of the group, directly making a move against the Demon Race's old man.
Lin Chen clearly noticed that as this middle-aged man passed over their heads, he paid attention to Duan Tian.
