The Forefather of the Thirty-Three Levels of Heaven left with his group of battered disciples.
There wasn't any need to say anything else.
His disciples and grand-disciples had been completely defeated by someone else. What else was there for him to say?
When he left with his disciples, he could still feel the pairs of eyes in the sky that were still staring at him.
That feeling was like being watched by a giant beast of the prehistoric era.
Come to think about it, it was a feeling that he had never experienced ever since the prehistoric era.
Damn it!
"Forefather, are we just going to give up like this?"
"Forefather, we've suffered huge losses this time. We can't let that guy off!"
"Aren't those Powerful Beings in the sky here to watch the spectacle? How's it possible that someone from a lowlier realm like him is being protected by all of them?"