Yuan Deyi's expression was as ugly as if he had lost a close friend. He could sense that either the old woman or Dou Chi's power was not beneath his own.
Now, facing two formidable opponents, he had no hope of survival.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and help! We must hold out until the sect leader returns; then even with wings, they won't escape!" Yuan Deyi shouted.
The diligent South Sect cultivators awoke from their stupor and launched their attacks from a distance.
As for close combat—what a joke. These two experts were both demigod-level cultivators; charging forward would be a death sentence.
Ye Haochuan did not join the battle against Yuan Deyi but instead rushed directly outside the South Sect.
He certainly wasn't abandoning his teammates to flee alone.
In fact, at this moment, he had no need to engage in a fight. If the battle dragged on, and all the South Sect elites returned, the old woman and Dou Chi would be in danger.
