The war ended with the retreat of the Demonic Army. Ling Chen watched Xia Ji depart on the Skywind Hawks, a grave expression on his face. She was just of the younger generation, yet she was worthy of going tit for tat with the top experts of the elder generation. Furthermore, even in defeat, she could leave so calmly. The experts of the Demonic Sect hadn't suffered major losses.
"Strange, why don't we press our advantage and annihilate the Earth Country's siege army in one fell swoop?" Mo Yu, who was beside him, asked in bewilderment.
"General Yue understands military strategy better than us. He must have his reasons for not pursuing," Ling Chen said.
"That makes sense. I've heard that Xia Ji is not only a martial arts prodigy but also a genius strategist. If we rashly pursue, we would probably fall into the enemy's trap instead of gaining additional victories," Bai Qianxing nodded.
