Human Race Sword Cultivators have started to flee.
The life of a Sword Cultivator is a life of sword refining, sword practicing, slaughter, and escape.
Unlike many stereotypes, this heritage is not stubborn; when things are impossible and the odds of success become zero, they escape faster and fiercer than rabbits, with a touch of the meaning behind "Autumn wind has not moved, cicada has already sensed."
A Sword Cultivator who isn't good at fleeing is not an excellent Sword Cultivator.
It only takes a few breaths.
The frenzied battlefield of the Heavenly Court ended, and all the Sword Cultivators slipped away, fleeing desperately, each fighting for their lives.
At the same time, the most dreadful casualties appeared.
In all battles, the greatest casualties are not during a stalemate and frontal clash, but when one side collapses and the victorious side pursues the defeated!
Human Race Sword Cultivators were not defeated but made a disciplined escape.
