"…"
Alright, now … the sudden retreat of the army and the faintly discernible collapse of the mountain stunned these people who refused to leave.
"Take us away!"
Some people began to shout at the sky from the ground.
"Please, take us away!"
The wind and clouds surged in the sky. The first wave of the Umno Alliance's army retreated, the second wave of the Astral Souls' army retreated, and the last wave of the Dao League's army retreated, battered and bruised …
Wave after wave of people flew away.
But no one lowered their heads to look.
Pitiful?
Pitiful!
They were about to become food for the demons, and also fresh human lives. As fellow humans, how could they not feel pity?
But, did they deserve pity? No!
Pitiful people must have something hateful about them, and they were such hateful and pitiful people!
There was a very clear answer to this question.
If they stopped now and took the people with them, they would only implicate those who stayed behind and would be torn apart by the demons!
And … the biggest possibility was that if the army stopped to take these people away, they might have hope in their hearts and wouldn't leave. If the army stayed behind, why should they leave?
Taoist Lei closed his eyes and gave the order for the army to retreat at full speed!
Then, a deafening wave of curses came from below!
"High and mighty, shameless people!"
"Living off the people's hard work and enjoying the support of our taxpayers, you want to flee at the last minute!"
"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
"Is this still our army? Is this still our army? Bah! "
"I'm really blind, I've paid taxes for so many years for nothing!"
"Greedy and cowardly, shameless!"
"…"
The curses echoed for thousands and tens of thousands of miles!
The Dao League's soldiers who were bathed in blood were all covered in wounds. They kept their mouths shut and retreated with their heads down. Countless people's faces were full of tears.
They really did their best.
But … what else could they do now?
Who could they blame?
Although the higher-ups made a mistake, the allied forces of the three continents, especially the Dao League's soldiers, used their lives to buy a buffer of two months, enough for everyone to retreat.
After two months of bloody battles, the alliance army had suffered tens of millions of casualties. Could it be fake?
We risked our lives to buy time for you to retreat …
[You don't want to leave. You don't want to leave even if I force you with a blade. You say that you want to die here even if you die. Then just stay here … Don't tell me that you want all the soldiers to die here just because you don't want to leave?]
Your lives are human lives, but aren't the lives of soldiers our lives?!
Although everyone understood this principle and knew what was right and wrong, the reality was that the army had abandoned the common people.
This kind of heavy moral condemnation, even if he knew that the decision to withdraw was the right one, how could he bear it? He had no regrets and a clear conscience?
Would he really feel at ease just because he had a dream in the middle of the night?
The wind and clouds changed as the army whizzed past, leaving behind a trail of dust …
On top of the mountain.
Demonic flames soared into the sky as countless demons flew up and rushed towards this side …
The originally peaceful and tranquil place of residence was about to become a living hell. In fact … all living beings would be exterminated, and not even a blade of grass would grow!
Everyone looked at the sky in despair, hoping for a miracle to happen, hoping for a savior to suddenly descend.
Until their vision was blocked by the ferocious figures of the demons.
When their bodies were cut open, when blood flowed out of their chests, when their loved ones screamed and became food in the mouths of the demons … As they screamed, they were devoured alive …
Everyone regretted it!
If they could do it all over again, they would definitely migrate back when the first order was given …
But … life couldn't be repeated.
People would only regret at the last moment. But when things came to it, what was the point of regretting at the last moment?!
It was already too late to regret!
For those who retreated, the tens of millions of casualties were considered meaningful.
But for those who stayed behind … those who died in battle, they died with their eyes wide open. If you don't leave, then what's the point of the time that we fought so hard for?!
…
Heavenly Wolf Pass.
Although this pass was much lower than the high mountains of the Plague Coast, it was still a place that was easy to defend and hard to attack.
The high mountains on both sides were like a barrier. The only path was a plain area that was less than a thousand miles in the middle.
During this period of time, countless heroes and seniors of the Dao League stepped forward bravely and sacrificed their own flesh and blood to become the new Heroic Soul Pass.
The Air-restricting Domain was also densely set up.
Under the leadership of the Twelve Great Shamans, the Umno Alliance's army whizzed past without stopping at all.
They respected the Army of Astral Souls, respected them, appreciated them, and even admired them.
But they didn't have a good impression of the Dao League at all, let alone respect it.
Following that, the Army of Astral Souls also didn't stop at all. They shattered the flowing clouds in the sky and sped away.
They had more important missions and their respective defense lines to build. The war had just begun. If they were sad about the sacrifices or the battles that were about to be sacrificed in battle, they didn't need to do anything else. Time wasn't on their side!
Zuo Changlu and the other higher-ups stopped for a while to bid farewell to Daoist Huo and Daoist Yun. It was because they wouldn't meet again in the future, so they bid farewell to these two old friends for the last time!
Daoist Huo and Daoist Yun would lead the Six Heavenly Kings of the Dao League and 20 million soldiers to stay here and fight to the death with the Demon Race.
Everyone knew that these 20 million soldiers would never return to the Astral Souls alive.
This farewell was really the last farewell, the last … farewell!
Daoist Lei and the others felt like their hearts were being cut by knives. They held their two brothers' hands, and their eyes were red.
The Seven Swords of the Dao League had reached the peak of the Dao League together. Their friendship lasted for tens of thousands of years, and they shared heaven and earth. Who would have thought that they would have to part today? Indeed, the world was like a game of chess, unpredictable, and the future … was unknown.
"Boss, from now on … the Dao League will be handed over to you. You must do well." Daoist Yun smiled, looking very carefree.
"Brother!" Daoist Lei's voice was trembling.
"We must try our best to make up for the mistakes we made. Then, let us do it. Boss, the people of the Dao League behind you still need to rely on you to migrate … If there are stubborn people, just let them be. It's important to save ourselves. Those who don't know how to love themselves are asking for death. Don't be wishy-washy. Now is the autumn of war, and the extinction of our race. We've already done our best."
"I understand."
"Brothers, it's a bit tacky to meet again, but I still want to say that it's tacky to meet again!"
Daoist Huo and Daoist Yun faced the other five swords and bowed. "In this life, we've been happy to be together with our brothers. I'm afraid we'll have to leave first. You … must take care of yourselves. No, you must take care of yourselves! "
When they said the last few words, their voices couldn't help but tremble.
After tens of thousands of years of brotherhood, today's farewell was more than just sad!
Daoist Lei, Daoist Feng, and the others felt their throats clog up. They said hoarsely, "Brother, take care!"
Daoist Yun smiled faintly and turned to look at Zuo Changlu. "For so many years, although I've always been selfish, in the face of the big picture, I'm not an ignorant person. Even if you ask me today, I still don't regret the selfish things I've done in the past. "
"When I tried to assassinate your son, I was the one who gave the hint. Maybe I was wrong in this matter. However, I know my personality. If I could do it all over again, I'm afraid I'd do it again. Because I'm really jealous of the good and the capable. That's my nature. I don't regret it. "
Daoist Yun smiled freely. "However, I also don't regret staying behind to fight the demons to the death. Minister, although I, Daoist Yun, am a despicable person, I'm still a despicable person. I can't be considered a hero. But today, even if I have to be a hero, I have to be a hero! "
Zuo Changlu pondered for a while and said, "You staying behind today is a heroic act. However, I don't have the right to forgive you for your petty mistakes. In short, you and I are friends. I only hope that you … live happily and die heroically! "
Daoist Yun laughed out loud. "I'm afraid it'll be difficult to live a happy life, but I can definitely die a heroic death."
Zuo Changlu also laughed. He cupped his fists and said, "After parting today, our friendship and gratitude are gone. If there's a next life, we'll be friends again. We'll be enemies again! "
Amidst his laughter, Zuo Changlu tore open the space with one hand. His body flashed and disappeared without a trace.
The only reason he stayed behind was to bid farewell to her.
And in this last period of time, he still wanted to give them some time together.
How could Zuo Changlu not understand the ways of the world? Therefore, he simply left after saying goodbye.
"You guys should leave as well. I'm going to organize the army and prepare for battle!" Daoist Yun and Daoist Huo hardened their hearts and urged.
They knew that if they didn't chase their brothers away, they would be even more reluctant to leave when the demon army attacked!
The demon army had the Demon Ancestor. If things went wrong, the Seven Swords of the Dao League would all become history.
They might as well just leave the two of them and hope that the Demon Ancestor wouldn't fight personally. This way, the two of them and the twenty million soldiers under them could buy as much time as possible for the rear.
"Brother!" Daoist Feng felt like his heart was being cut by a knife. Tears flowed out of his eyes.
"The demon army is about to arrive. Are you sure you want to abandon the big picture and stay here with the two of us?"
Daoist Huo said angrily, "If that's the case, then what's the point of us staying behind and dying willingly?"
Under Daoist Huo and Daoist Yun's urging, the remaining Five Swords of the Dao League left with their army!
Daoist Huo and Daoist Huo didn't have time to say anything. They immediately split up and organized the army to prepare for battle.
The remaining twenty million soldiers were divided into three waves. The first wave quickly filled up the Brave Soul Pass and all the restricted airspace.
Before the second and third waves finished organizing, the dark shadows of the demon army had already appeared in the distance. They were like a dark cloud that covered the sky and the earth, pressing towards this side.
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