Retreating After Success

Retreating After Success . . . 

The two military governors ascended into the skies, leaving the battlefield below to fight their own personal battles. With only the immortal king-level characters possessing the vast senses required to oversee the entire battlefield effectively, the immortal-foundation experts were unable to direct and control the battle to the same extent.

Chaos reigned supreme in this moment. The two opposing forces were left to grapple with the ever-unfolding turmoil, making decisions based on their own instincts and judgments.

It was evident that the Eastern Sage Army had been prepared for this eventuality. If they hadn't encountered Qin Wentian's Divine Ape Battle Formation, their Nine Dragon Battle Formation would have undoubtedly dominated the battlefield, effortlessly carving its path into the heart of the Thousand Transformations Army.

But now, after the Nine Dragons Battle Formation had been thwarted, the Eastern Sage Army brought forth a supreme treasure designed to disable any formation attempts. Having lost in the formation battles, they were now eager for an all-out, chaotic brawl between the two armies.

Furthermore, when it came to individual combat, the experts from the Eastern Sage Army, being disciples of the esteemed Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, naturally boasted a higher quality compared to the Thousand Transformation Army, which recruited individuals from the six prefectures at random. In such a scenario, at the outset of the battle, the Eastern Sage Army already enjoyed a significant advantage.

The battlefield resounded with ceaseless roars as the two armies charged toward each other. With formations rendered futile, they had no choice but to engage in combat in a more primal manner, like mere mortals.

Amid this tumultuous clash, Qin Wentian floated in the air, encircled by the thirty-six Battle Saint Tribe experts who acted as his guardians, ensuring his safety. The dynamics of the battlefield were unpredictable and could change in the blink of an eye. Thus, they remained vigilant, never allowing Qin Wentian to stray into danger.

As the two armies collided, they unleashed their immortal techniques and arts relentlessly, creating destructive surges of energy that converged into a tempestuous maelstrom, wreaking havoc on the surrounding landscape.

The violet-golden armored controllers of the nine-headed dragon avatars took to the sky, brandishing their dragon spears with deadly intent, clearing a path and dispatching any adversaries in their way.

Qin Wentian, however, chose not to rush into the fray. Instead, he carefully observed the battlefield. With formations currently impossible to establish, battles were confined to group skirmishes or one-on-one confrontations. The strength of a single individual was insufficient to sway the overall tide of battle. He sought to gauge the disparity in individual combat prowess between the Eastern Sage Army and the Thousand Transformations Army.

What followed was an all-out clash. Qin Wentian's observations confirmed his expectations: the Thousand Transformations Army was at a distinct disadvantage, appearing to be a whole tier weaker than their opponents. It was clear that a solution needed to be found to reverse this dire situation.

Raising his gaze, Qin Wentian fixed his gaze on the approaching enemy. Dressed in resplendent violet-gold armor, these warriors had emerged victorious in every battle, representing the cream of the crop among the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's elite forces. Now, they were steadily advancing toward Qin Wentian's position.

A shimmering burst of light erupted as Qin Wentian's palms surged with energy. Several suits of puppeted armor materialized and sprang to life. With a command, he said, "Arm yourselves."

Around him, the thirty-six experts from the Battle Saint Tribe, including Jun Mengchen and Purgatory, donned the puppeted armor. Qin Wentian followed suit, and while this group might seem relatively small in the grand scheme of the battlefield, they exuded an aura of immense pressure, sending ripples of unease through those in their vicinity.

Given the choice, Qin Wentian would have avoided using this armor. Doing so increased the risk of exposing his true identity, and if that happened, he'd no longer be able to participate in frontline combat without risking ambushes by Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's immortal kings. To eliminate him, the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor would resort to every unscrupulous means available.

"FOLLOW ME!" Qin Wentian bellowed as he charged toward the elite warriors of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect.

"Mhm?" The elite warriors were taken aback. Having emerged victorious in every skirmish, they were the undisputed leaders of their troops. Morale on their side was soaring, as they carved their way deep into the heart of the Thousand Transformations Army, wielding authority and slaughtering as they pleased. However, upon seeing Qin Wentian's group approach, they sensed a familiar and equally formidable presence.

"Finish them," Qin Wentian declared coldly. Those wearing puppeted armor ignited with radiant combat energy. Raising their palms, they conjured numerous divine apes that charged forward. Wherever these apes passed, Eastern Sage Army immortals fell like wheat before a scythe. In a single round of attacks, hundreds of Eastern Sage Army soldiers met their end.

"Elite disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect?" Qin Wentian and his group strode to the forefront of the violet-gold armored warriors. He continued icily, "All of you will perish here."

As he spoke, his group launched another assault, unleashing a fresh wave of divine apes that surged forward. Their roars echoed through the heavens as they annihilated any adversaries in their path. Only the truly exceptional talents of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect possessed the qualifications to challenge them.

"DIE!" The experts in violet-gold armor simultaneously thrust their spears. In an instant, a tempest of destruction surged forth, promising obliteration. Qin Wentian roared, his form expanding to over ten thousand meters, resembling a battle deity. Not just him, but the experts of the Battle Saint Tribe also grew in stature, their auras emanating boundless might.

The Battle Saint Art encompassed everything, complementing their lethal assaults and endowing them with limitless strength. Even those who hadn't yet attained the level of immortal king could expand their bodies dramatically using this technique, radiating supreme battle prowess.

Furthermore, the puppeted armor they wore was specially crafted, allowing them to expand and contract as needed.

Astonishingly, thirty imposing figures ascended into the sky, casting a haughty gaze upon everything below. In an instant, the entire battlefield shifted its focus, filling hearts with awe. Qin Wentian had orchestrated this spectacle deliberately. He knew he had to make his battle the centerpiece of the entire field, spreading fear and doubt among the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's ranks while bolstering the Thousand Transformations Army's confidence and resolve.

Despite the ferocious onslaught, the gigantic puppeted armor remained unscathed, merely shuddering slightly upon impact. No damage was inflicted whatsoever.

Qin Wentian extended his palm, and abruptly, a blinding light radiated. Runic glows shimmered, transforming his hand into an indomitable godly appendage descending upon the elite characters who led the Eastern Sage Army's formidable teams. The colossal palm imprint possessed enough power to rend the world asunder, capable of extinguishing all life on this planet.

"This is…" The enemy's expressions contorted as they hurriedly brandished immortal-ranked weapons for defense. Yet, as the palm imprint descended, anyone it touched was obliterated, unable to withstand its overwhelming force. The experts of the Battle Saint Tribe surrounding Qin Wentian also launched deadly assaults, turning the battlefield into a hellish vortex of destruction. Many of the lofty elites of the Eastern Sage Army, swathed in violet-golden armor, perished under the impact, while the survivors were left in deplorable states.

"So many treacherous plots, but what do they amount to? In the end, victory belongs to the strong. The Thousand Transformations Army is invincible!" Qin Wentian thundered, releasing another palm imprint. He and the thirty-six experts transformed into grim reapers, annihilating everything in their path. To the Eastern Sage Army, whether elite or ordinary soldiers, all were now on a path to certain death.

"INVINCIBLE!" The Thousand Transformations Sect's experts roared, their voices echoing across the battlefield.

"INVINCIBLE…!" The cry reverberated throughout.

Gradually, the word imbued everyone on the battlefield with its powerful emotion. The Thousand Transformations Army followed Qin Wentian step by step, asserting their dominance over the enemy.

"He is Qin Wentian. If we kill him, it will be a major accomplishment!" At this moment, someone shouted. Qin Wentian, donning the puppeted armor and wielding God's Hand, was easily recognizable. He had anticipated this when he made his decision earlier.

"Qin Wentian?" Within the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, many experts recognized the name. Years ago, at the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's hundred-year recruitment banquet, Qin Wentian had tarnished the event. It marked the first appearance of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord and became a symbol of division among the thirteen prefectures. Hence, many knew of him. The core and elite disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect were undoubtedly familiar with him.

"Tianwen is Qin Wentian?" Many in the Thousand Transformations Army also knew his name. Although Qin Wentian wasn't a renowned immortal king, he had achieved much and accomplished many significant feats. Therefore, many were aware of who he was. If he were to become an immortal king in the future, his reputation would only grow. Even those outside the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect would know him.

Qin Wentian's gaze darted to identify the speaker. It turned out to be the expert who had kidnapped Luo Huan and Qin Yao. His figure flickered as he closed in on his target. The expert attempted to flee, but Qin Wentian unleashed an enormous palm imprint that covered a vast area, roaring with fury. The individual's vision darkened as his body convulsed incessantly. A moment later, the colossal palm struck him, shattering his immortal foundation and snuffing out his life.

Qin Wentian had long yearned for vengeance and had been searching for an opportunity. Now, this man had willingly offered himself up for slaughter, much to Qin Wentian's good fortune.

"KILL!" Qin Wentian tilted his head and roared, his voice resounding across the entire space. He led the charge, relentlessly pursuing fleeing enemies. Given his current size, every step threatened to crush someone, and each palm imprint had the potential to extinguish numerous experts in one go. As fear and panic spread, people began fleeing for their lives. This terror was not solely a result of strength but also the crumbling of human resolve. Although Qin Wentian and his group were powerful, they couldn't match the Eastern Sage Army's numbers. If an immortal king from the Eastern Sage Army were still directing the battle, there might have been a chance to turn the tide. Unfortunately, numerous variables had altered the course of the battle, and victory or defeat had already been decided by the time they emerged. Most likely, the Eastern Sage Army's immortal king military governor hadn't anticipated his army's swift downfall after he left to engage in battle.

This time, the Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect chose not to retreat. The situation favored them entirely, and they couldn't pass up the opportunity to chase down fleeing foes. After all, their goal was to annihilate the Eastern Sage Army.

The Eastern Sage Army's experts fled even faster when they realized they were being relentlessly pursued by the frenzied Thousand Transformations Army. Disciples of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect rapidly soared toward the distant horizons, seeking to distance themselves from the battlefield.

However, after hunting for a while, Qin Wentian came to a halt. He and the Battle Saint Tribe experts returned to their normal sizes and observed the Eastern Sage Army's remnants fleeing in the distance. Then, he issued a command: "We shall withdraw."

With those words, he wasted no time and turned to depart. His time on the battlefield was over; now that his identity had been exposed, it was time for him to leave.