"Retreat, retreat, quickly pull back!"
"To the foot of the mountain! Everyone run downhill, quicken your steps!"
"Plan sixteen is in motion, we're both a burden now, it's a race to see whose escape techniques are faster... Hehe, I'm taking the lead!"
On Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, the great play seems to be singing its withdrawal.
The injured Spiritual Cultivators from the middle to the foot of the mountain have mostly retreated.
Some rejoice and leap for joy, having managed to save their own lives.
Others retreat reluctantly, having considered the sacred mountain their home for so long, who would willingly leave their roots?
"It's so frustrating."
"If Hallmaster Dao were here, things definitely wouldn't have progressed this way, right?"
"But...sigh!"
Beneath the not-too-distant murmurs of the crowd, Ah Si moved a large stone and walked out from the cave.
In front of him passed a group jostling and flushing with anger, blind to Ah Si's emergence.
"Finally arrived."
