The Great Zhou Sacred King did not order a retreat, but that did not mean that everyone from the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty would die here today. Many of them were not nobles of the dynasty, and no noble blood flowed through their veins. In this hopeless situation, if they continued to fight they would surely die. Some of them began backing away. They had no more stomach for the fight. If Saints were on one level, and Sages on another, then Ye Futian was on his own level. There was no one below them who could challenge this Sage.
Qin Zhuang and the others in the sword matrix turned into bolts of lightning. The sword matrix swallowed up all the blades of light and surrounded the area. A cultivator who tried to retreat was blocked by a sword. The swordsmen from the Holy Zhi Palace moved as one, hunting down those who tried to escape.