Zhong Shudao was definitely not trying to provoke them, nor was he trying to scare them. He was just analyzing the pros and cons of the matter.
"Once the Dark Sect catches up, I'm afraid our entire army will be wiped out!"
"When the time comes, even the people who adore you will die."
If he wasn't the person in charge of Tu Shenzong and his own strength wasn't low, Zhong Shudao would have stayed behind without hesitation and played this role.
He also knew that persuading others like this was equivalent to sending them to their deaths. Although he was very unwilling to do so, he had no choice but to do so.
After saying this, Zhong Shudao shut his mouth obediently.
Seijen clenched his fists tightly. He naturally didn't want any of the island masters to die here.
After a moment, Qian Bei took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, a big, withered hand quietly placed on his shoulder and pulled him back.
"Envoy Zhong, Sacred Island Master, I'm afraid this heavy responsibility belongs to me. Everyone, please don't fight with me."
Everyone was extremely shocked. They opened their eyes wide and looked at the back of this person in disbelief.
They could never have imagined that he would be the one to say such a thing!
An hour later, Zhong Shudao left 200,000 troops and a large number of war machines and weapons on Central Island. The rest of the people also caught up with the retreating army and headed for the East Region.
Four hours later, the four-million-strong army and many people arrived at the coastline of the Northeast Region.
The man in the mirror and the others had been waiting there for a long time. Along the way, they didn't encounter any attacks from the Dark Sect, as if they didn't know that they had already retreated.
"Envoy Zhong!" The man in the mirror and the others hurried forward when they saw Zhong Shudao.
However, they realized that Zhong Shudao and the others didn't look relaxed. Instead, they looked sorrowful.
Some of the soldiers behind him were filled with unwillingness, some were filled with anger, and most of them were afraid of the unknown.
"How … How could it be him?" When the man in the mirror and the others realized that one of the five island masters was missing, they couldn't help but be shocked. They couldn't believe that it was that person who was missing!
Meanwhile, on Central Island in the East Sea.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sun gradually set.
The sunset glow hung on the mountain, like a faded bloodstain, staining the entire East Sea.
On the central island, a throne made of jadeite was placed on the coast of Zhong Shudao.
This Jadeite Throne was extremely gorgeous. In the past, only Lin Yun and Seijen had sat on it. This was a representation of their status.
Sitting on the throne was a white-haired old man dressed in Daoist attire. This old man was none other than Daoist Three Immortals!
He was the last person who stepped forward bravely and chose to stay on the Central Island to delay the Dark Sect.
No one had expected Daoist Three Immortals to make such a decision.
After all, Daoist Three Immortals was the first to suggest that East Sea should withdraw from the alliance after learning of Lin Yun's death. He was also the one who firmly believed that East Sea should withdraw from the alliance to protect itself.
"I never thought that I would have the chance to sit on the Emerald Throne in this life. This feels pretty good." Daoist Three Immortals grinned. There was no one else beside him.
Behind him was a dense group of 200,000 soldiers in mechanical armor.
These 200,000 soldiers all had different expressions on their faces. Some were determined, some were fearful, some were crying, and some had already gone crazy.
They knew that they would definitely die in the face of the approaching behemoth.
However, none of them chose to retreat. Even if they died, they had to delay the Dark Sect and do their last bit of strength for their brothers and family.
In the middle of these soldiers, there were a hundred artillery tanks densely packed together.
Daoist Three Immortals held a pot of strong wine in his hand and gulped it down.
At that moment, a black shadow flashed in the distance. In the sky, three figures emitting terrifying auras were slowly walking in the air.
"Just protect my people … What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death?" Daoist Three Immortals gulped down the pot of strong wine in his hand and stared ahead without blinking.
Gradually, the black shadows in the distance became clearer.
One …
Two …
Three …
The five-million-strong army of the Dark Sect had descended upon the island, stirring up a huge wave.
An Yong, the Cult Leader of the Dark Sect, and Zhao Lifeng were all floating in the air, looking down at the Central Island.
"Have they retreated?" The Cult Leader of the Dark Sect sneered when he saw that there were only 200,000 soldiers on the Central Island. "Perhaps they're fleeing because they're afraid of Lord Sect Leader's divine might."
"The real battle begins when they flee," An Yong said coldly. An Yong said coldly. At the same time, he glanced at Zhao Lifeng and teased, "I remember you said that."
"I'm young and ignorant. Lord Sect Leader, please don't laugh at me," Zhao Lifeng said.
The three of them laughed loudly, clearly not taking Daoist Three Immortals seriously.
At that moment, Daoist Three Immortals smashed the wine pot in his hand on the ground and stood up from the Emerald Throne. He put his hands on his waist and cursed like a shrew. "Hey! What are the three of you chattering about? You're so noisy! "
"Noisy!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lifeng's gaze turned cold and he waved his hand.
In an instant, a streak of black light pierced through the sky, sweeping in all directions. It instantly turned into a streak of light at a terrifying speed and landed on Daoist Three Immortals.
"Puff!"
Daoist Three Immortals let out a muffled groan. He could only see a black light approaching his retina. He could not react at all.
In an instant, one of Daoist Three Immortals' arms fell off, and a pillar of blood spurted out from his severed arm.
Daoist Three Immortals held his severed arm, not showing any fear on his face. He continued to curse, "What kind of bullsh * t is this? You can only cut off one of my arms? Come down and fight me if you can! "
"Alright!" Hearing that, Zhao Lifeng's figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.
The soldiers behind Daoist Three Immortals panicked. They all raised the Immortal Qi Spears in their hands and looked around.
At that moment, Zhao Lifeng's figure appeared again, quietly landing next to Daoist Three Immortals.
Daoist Three Immortals had seen Zhao Lifeng's speed before, but now that he was experiencing it himself, he could not help but widen his eyes in disbelief.
Zhao Lifeng did not give Daoist Three Immortals any chance to react at all. He casually kicked Daoist Three Immortals' knee.
In an instant, the ear-piercing sound of bones breaking could be heard. Daoist Three Immortals cried out in pain and knelt on one knee.
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