"Retreat!"
High above, by now, Long Heng finally decided not to persist.
The golden rod in his hand had long been shattered in half by Mo Wangchen.
Seeing four of his companions slain, the power of the Futu Formation had drastically diminished. The chance to destroy Mo Wangchen today seemed slim.
If they continued to fight without knowing when to retreat, none of them would likely survive today.
The Divine King Body was too terrifying, even the Futu Sacred Weapon couldn't deal with it, and four pieces had already been destroyed.
"Swish swish swish!"
As Long Heng's words fell, in an instant, the remaining eight dragon clan experts swiftly retreated, no longer intending to attack, but instead, wanting to escape this place as soon as possible.
Clearly, they shared the same thoughts as Long Heng. Even with the Futu Sacred Weapon in hand, it would be difficult to slay Mo Wangchen.
"Can you leave?"
