The heavy and resounding horn sounded from an unknown direction, resembling a dragon's roar amidst a tiger's howl, even mixed with the susurrus of human voices. Though seemingly a single horn call, it seemed to encompass the voices of the Ten Thousand Clans.
With the fall of this sound, the mysterious army across the Boundary Sea battlefield, on the embankment, and even those that have invaded the Immortal Domain, retreated abruptly without a second thought.
In the off-world battlefield.
The remaining Phantom Primordial Ancestors, majestic in stature, rapidly retreated, shrouded in dense black fog, coldly observing Shen Yi, using the mysterious power to condense into a sky of mist, attempting to stop Jiang Hui from acting.
Jiang Hui indeed had no intention of taking action. He clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the remaining Phantom Primordial Ancestors.
Not that he didn't want to strike.
