Wei Tianyang could not restore her, so he could only withdraw.
Zhao Ling was half-dead, and her physical wounds still needed medical attention. He put a dark golden light shield on her mutilated body and left with Baphomet.
The torrential rain suddenly stopped, and the ground beneath Wang Ye's feet turned into a muddy quagmire, ankle-deep. The soldiers hiding in the factory also came out, supporting the wounded, as everyone searched for missing people using searchlights.
"You saw that just now, didn't you? Wang Ye?!" The veteran was somewhat excited.
Wang Ye nodded. It was hard not to see it, really, especially since the brief battle of just over ten seconds was earth-shattering, not only deafening but even the ground trembled.
It was the first time he deeply understood what it meant to "command the wind and rain."
"That must have been our Trinity! So impressive! Took out the monster immediately upon appearing!" the veteran said with a laugh.
