Protect Our Clan Leader

"Everyone shut up," the Immortal Supreme also whispered, "Zhang Huaibing, Wu Mingyan, you two help organize the retreat of the prisoners."

This time, Wang Ying Xuan had planned everything in advance, and all details were carefully arranged. The prisoners, these hundreds of elite humans, cooperated actively, allowing the group to smoothly follow the underground passages and reach a secluded spot outside the Demonic King Fortress.

In the meantime, Wang Licui and Big Mouse were already waiting there.

However, these hundreds of prisoners, after enduring severe torture, were all injured to varying degrees. Even though Wang Ying Xuan and Lan Wanyi had distributed Healing Pills on the way, it was still difficult for them to truly recover combat strength in a short time.

Moreover, they were all shackled, limiting their strength, unable to use Mysterious Energy, thus their movement speed was naturally slower.

Just as they emerged from underground and managed to gather and count the numbers, on the other side, the furious Gluttonous Demon King had already charged out of the Demonic King Fortress with a group of demonic leftovers.

Its angry roar was audible from a distance of more than a thousand miles: "Damn mice, give me back my treasures, give me back my Underworld Demon Zhizhi!"

"This fellow arrived quite quickly," Wang Ying Xuan noticed a slight stir in the crowd and immediately spoke loudly, "Everyone, don't panic. Follow Wang Licui, yes, the girl who looks naive and is with a Big Mouse, follow her to retreat~~I have got trump cards to deal with the pursuers."

As she spoke, Wang Licui, Lan Wanyi, and Zhang Huaibing began organizing the people to continue retreating, but since the prisoners were restricted in their cultivation base, they could only escape relying on physical strength, making overall speed very slow.

Yet the demonic pursuers came with great force, including the Gluttonous Demon King and over a thousand troops, among whom were Lords, Demonic Generals, leaders, and other elites.

Their marching speed was extremely fast, constantly pressing toward Wang Ying Xuan's group.

"Ying Xuan, use whatever trump cards you have now," the Immortal Supreme was also somewhat overwhelmed seeing this.

If his true self were present, dealing with this demonic remainder army would be easy, but now he's only an energy projection. Handling one Gluttonous Demon King is feasible, but handling one plus these elite demonic troops is proving difficult.

"Immortal Supreme, you're my trump card," Wang Ying Xuan blinked her big watery eyes, looking up at the graceful yet unaware Immortal Supreme projection, "You go ahead, hold them off for us."

"..." The Immortal Supreme's face twitched.

I am the Immortal Supreme, and you dare to send me to die?

"Immortal Supreme, don't look like that," Wang Ying Xuan replied matter-of-factly, "Since you were summoned, and this energy can't be retrieved, just consider it expendable... cough cough~ I mean, who else would hold them off if not you? Would you rather run with us, and I stay to hold them off?"

"Spare me. You're the future hope of our human race. Letting you go to die, I'd surely be scolded." Sadness swept over the Immortal Supreme's heart, "Ah, my projection dying on the battlefield isn't new, but today's death will be the most humiliating."

"Immortal Supreme, stay safe, don't act handsome or lose your temper, delay as much as you can. Also, remember to escape with a soul fragment!" Wang Ying Xuan reminded with concern, "I'm retreating now, goodbye."

"You troublesome girl, you're even more annoying than Jiang Yuling,"

The Immortal Supreme's projection muttered, and as he spoke, he transformed into a dazzling rainbow, soaring into the sky and headed swiftly toward the Gluttonous Demon King and the others.

Even before reaching halfway, sword beams were already swirling around him, layers of terrifying pressure unfolding, nearly filling the entire sky.

"Gluttonous brat, begone before me!"

The Immortal Supreme's majestic voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the sky.

As the words fell, domineering sword beams descended from the sky, sweeping the demonic army with immense power and glory.

Yet, his figure, standing in the void, clothes fluttering, inexplicably exuded a sense of noble sacrifice akin to "The wind whistles, the waters chill".

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