The battlefield fell into a stunned, suffocating silence for a breath and two.
The disciples of the Tang Family and the Heaven-Slaughtering Demonic Sect froze, their eyes wide with disbelief at the words of their fellow Daoists. Balls ache? I am Barbara so for that reason I am out? An imaginary jade maiden got impregnated by a senior brother? Sword always standing? What kind of utter nonsense is that? At least come up with logical excuses.
They had expected a one sided slaughter. After all, it was to be.
They had expected the Devil to be dragged down, torn apart by the combined might of the True Sage and the Holy Saint ancestors. They had expected a victory bathed in honor and glory, with the very heavens singing a song of victory for them.
Instead, they watched their comrades run away. What kind of concept was this? They have the numbers, the might, the powerhouse so, why run away?
