By the time the moon had climbed midway across the sky, two flying boats and more than a hundred streaks of light tore through the night. Below them, dragon-horses galloped across the plains, their hooves kicking up clouds of dust and wind.

Bathed in silver moonlight, the forces rushed forward at breakneck speed.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong!"

"Fellow Daoist Li!"

Hearing the calls, both sides gradually came to a halt.

Nangong Jin, hunched over, his face ashen, stared grimly at the battlefield of Gaoling Plains. The stench of blood was so thick it made one nauseous.

He let out a bitter laugh and said, "Looks like you all didn’t fare much better."

The words were a bit harsh. But when Luo Chen saw that only a dozen late stage Qi Refinement cultivators remained aboard the Nangong family's flying boat, he could only sigh in return.

The Nangong family had suffered even worse than the Luo Tian Society!

When they first arrived at Dahe Market, they might not have been invincible, but they were still a dominant force. Now, after many twists and turns, they had dwindled to a mere handful.

"What are your plans next?" Luo Chen asked.

Li Yixian immediately answered, "Since we have already offended the Huo family, we must unite and resist the great enemy together!"

Such a clever woman! Luo Chen cast her a glance; it was obvious she had not shared everything he had said to Yu Rou...