No one moved. It wasn't that they didn't want to move, they were simply too incredulous to move. A few seconds later, a string of loud neighs rang out as several hundred warhorses descended from the vast expanse of Yin clouds with Yin energy swirling all around them.

What are those idiots doing?! How did they allow these enemy soldiers to slip through?! 

The inner demon turned to the two Abyssal Prefects, then spat through gritted teeth, "So this is how Chiyou's forces fare in battle? How eye-opening!"

The two Abyssal Prefects stood up, and their faces were flushed with humiliation as they turned toward the intruders with fierce killing intent in their eyes.

Their gaze was met by hundreds of pairs of ferocious and determined eyes.

All of the Yin soldiers were carrying injuries and had suffered damage to their armor. Several dozen of them were clearly already on the brink of death, but they had made it through to their destination!

The air seemed to have congealed under the weight of the killing intent from both sides. With a flick of his finger, Zhou Yu released a messenger bird that was holding an image capture crystal with its beak. It was also at this exact moment that the two Abyssal Prefects abruptly vanished on the spot.

"Retreat!" Zhou Yu yelled without any hesitation, swiveling around on his skeletal warhorse to rush back the same way he had come from. All of the Yin soldiers under his command instantly...