"Senior, you must win."
The decrepit elder looked in a certain direction, murmuring to himself.
Having said that, he waved his large hand, grabbing the ox-headed and horse-faced spirits from the floating island, tucking them into his sleeve.
He then entered the River of Time, heading towards the Underworld as fast as possible, fleeing the River of Time.
There were many other minor spirits on this floating island.
He had no way of taking everyone with him; sacrifices were necessary. The distance to the Underworld was too far, and taking so many minor spirits would become a burden, not only failing to save them but also putting himself in jeopardy.
At this moment, in all Heavens and Myriad Realms, certainly, everyone in the Underworld had received the message.
The Underworld was only so large, unable to accommodate everyone, so.... some minor spirits must be abandoned.
.....
After the decrepit elder left, those "minor spirits" on the floating island escaped from it.
