"Crack—"
The rain intensified, striking Yang Ji's body, an electric spark instantly turned him into a puff of blue smoke.
Yang Ji scanned the surroundings stoically, suddenly unleashing a Palm Thunder toward a large tree by the small town, and said, "We leave."
With that, he flashed away like a bolt of lightning, retreating into the small town.
This place was already compromised, and with the Rain Master Token taken, unable to establish a spiritual idol, staying here would only invite further assaults. It was better to retreat.
The remaining members of the Taiping Sect had promptly withdrawn, quickly reentering the town, heading toward the opposite end.
In this manner, they should be able to evacuate on the other side and enter the mountains.
"Chase." Ming Yang, blocking the rain with True Qi, was ready to pursue, but Zhong Shenxiu stopped him.