Bu Pei knew that the final result of this battle would certainly be defeat. A powerful martial artist could influence the outcome of a war and change its course. Moreover, they were the weaker side; whether it was the disciples of the Sacred Land or the vassal legions, all were beaten into constant retreat.
"Marshal, an Imperial Realm Ancestor has fallen! We should retreat!" a confidant stepped forward and whispered into Bu Pei's ear, his voice filled with intense concern.
The situation on the battlefield was critical. After the fall of the four Imperial Realm martial artists, the morale of the Qionghua Sacred Land's disciples was greatly damaged. Some began to flee. If this continued, the battlefield would eventually collapse. Faced with this situation, not even the War God himself could turn the tide!
"Where else can we retreat?" Bu Pei asked, shaking her head as she clutched her sword.
