Screams of agony and the stench of blood filled the air.
These young disciples were capable in one-on-one duels, but in a fight for their lives, they panicked, forgetting even basic spellcasting.
The Divine Cult's numbers grew. While the younger disciples were protected by their elders, those present were mostly from the Earth Rank and newly promoted to the Heaven Rank. They were no match for the Divine Cult's elite, who were all Heaven Rank experts.
Meanwhile, Yu Daohan and his companions, retreating from the arena, were also being pursued.
Zhang Xiaoqiang glanced at the ongoing battle between Hao Tianquan and Shen Tianming and exclaimed, "Damn, Hao Ye is going all out!"
Yu Daohan parried an attacker with his Kanglong Mace and chided Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was still spectating, "You have time to watch the show at a time like this?"
Su Lai and Da Hu protected their disciples as they retreated from the arena.
Only Qiangzi, who didn't need protection, was being protected by Lu Ping (Qiangzi's disciple).
Yu Daohan seized an opportunity, formed a hand seal, and inhaled deeply, spewing forth flames. The Divine Cult members scattered to avoid the blast.
Seizing the moment, Su Lai swung his wooden staff, carving a bloody path and leading his group out of the encirclement.
Others with the same idea as Yu Daohan also broke free and reached the area outside the arena.
Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed as he watched more Divine Cult apostles surge towards the arena, "What the hell, there are too many of them!"
Panting, Da Hu looked at Yu Daohan, "Brother Yu, what do we do now?"
Yu Daohan surveyed the approaching Divine Cult apostles and then the path leading to the back mountain. "Let's retreat to the back mountain first and find a chance to descend."
The front hall of Chang Le Sect was undoubtedly surrounded by Divine Cult apostles. Charging out the main gate would only lead to more enemies.
Fleeing to the back mountain, with its dense woods and vegetation, would make it difficult for the enemy to pursue them in the dark. They could then find an opportunity to descend the mountain.
Without further ado, Yu Daohan and his group turned and fled towards the back mountain.
Disciples from other sects who had broken free followed suit, seeing Yu Daohan and his group heading for the back mountain.
More and more disciples broke out of the arena and fled towards the back mountain.
Behind Yu Daohan and his group, screams and cries of agony echoed.
Zhou Fu, also fleeing, swallowed hard.
He had never witnessed such a scene and felt a surge of panic.
Yu Daohan glanced at Zhou Fu and reassured him, "It's alright, your master is here!"
"Save me!!"
Another young disciple was overtaken by an apostle and stabbed in the heart.
Seeing a Divine Cult apostle closing in, another disciple shouted to Zhou Fu ahead, "Brother Zhou, save me!"
Zhou Fu paused, his steps faltering, and turned to look at the man being pursued by the Divine Cult apostles.
This man was a disciple from a small sect, and a competitor of Zhou Fu's in their group. Although they were rivals, their matches had been respectful, with neither caring about winning or losing.
The moment Zhou Fu stopped, the disciple reached his side. However, a Divine Cult apostle was right behind him, lunging forward with a long sword aimed at Zhou Fu.
Zhou Fu had no time to dodge. By the time he drew his short sword, the apostle's long sword was already upon him.
At this critical juncture, a figure flashed in front of Zhou Fu, raising the Kanglong Mace to block the apostle's descending sword.
Yu Daohan turned to Zhou Fu, "What are you spacing out for, you brat!"
"Master." Zhou Fu was clearly startled by the incoming sword.
Su Lai and the others ahead stopped, intending to help, but Yu Daohan waved them off, "You guys go ahead, I'll cover the rear."
Zhang Xiaoqiang, about to go back and help, was stopped by Da Hu, "With Brother Yu's strength, he can handle this. We should go."
Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded. Yu Ye already had enough trouble with Zhou Fu, and the more people who stayed, the easier it would be for them to be pursued.
"Brother Yu, take care of yourself!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said, and then followed Da Hu and the others, continuing their run.
Yu Daohan tightened his grip on the Kanglong Mace and exerted force, repelling the apostle before him.
The disciple next to Zhou Fu gasped for breath. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been cleaved.
"Brother Zhou, thank you for saving me." The disciple said gratefully.
"Brat, have you forgotten the second rule I set for you?"
Yu Daohan, his back to them, faced three eager Divine Cult apostles.
"Master, I..." Zhou Fu tried to explain, but Yu Daohan cut him off, "I don't want anything to happen to you. Take this kid and leave quickly."
Zhou Fu wanted to help, but he knew with his own strength, he would only be a burden to his master.
"Master, be careful."
With that, Zhou Fu took the disciple and turned to leave. Seeing them attempt to escape, the Divine Cult apostles swung their long swords at Yu Daohan.
Yu Daohan reacted swiftly, channeling energy into his Kanglong Mace and roaring, "Break!"
The moment the descending sword touched the Kanglong Mace, it shattered.
"What!"
The Divine Cult apostle stared in disbelief as the Kanglong Mace, now heading for his face, was impossible to dodge.