Magma swept over Chu Qing once more, wrapping around him before transforming into a great dragon and battling Black Gold Daoist.
The many Top Experts had gone pale.
The clever ones turned and fled.
Some quick-witted ones saw the others leaving and hurriedly followed.
Some weaker people were still dumbfounded. "Everyone, why are you all leaving?"
"Wasn't our mission to stop them?"
"They may be powerful, but with so many of us, we have plenty of ways to stop him!"
One strong man softened for an instant and said, "To that one, eight hundred thousand or a million people are no different from wild grass by the roadside."
"Stop him?"
"Heh, by then, I'm afraid not even our ashes will remain!"
Everyone was horrified.
If anyone else had said that, they would have slapped them hard across the face and made them wake up.
But the one who said it was a top-tier Metahuman from the Mythology Organization.
As a strong man, why would he spout nonsense?
And such a strong man was treated like roadside weeds by that man just now?
"Who is he?"
A strong man frowned. "I only feel that he looks familiar. I feel like I should know his name, but I just can't remember what he's called!"
The top-tier Metahuman sneered. "Idiot!"
"Cannot be Looked At Directly!"
"Cannot be Spoken Of!"
"Cannot even be Thought Of!"
"You don't even know that? Looks like your strength is lacking!"
The strong man lowered his head in shame.
A short while later, he raised his head, wanting to ask Chu Qing's name.
But when he looked up, he discovered that the top-tier Metahuman had already vanished without a trace.
"Even that top-tier Metahuman has run away. I should run too, right?"
Yet in the instant he hesitated, a