The moment the little hand appeared, a flicker of panic naturally rose in the hearts of the surrounding Gods and Devils.
Because they recognized this little hand far too well.
Within their bloodline inheritances:
This hand had slaughtered an unknown number of God Demon Ancestors.
The terror it had inflicted upon those God Demon Ancestors had been branded into their genes, branded into their bloodlines.
Even as the years shifted, their descendants could never forget that terror.
Terrifying!
Fear!
Despair!
In an instant, far too many thoughts surfaced.
Some Gods and Devils even began trembling all over the instant they saw the little hand, instinctively retreating.
From within their bloodlines came the heart-rending roars of their Old Ancestors: "Run! Run! Run!"
"Run to the ends of the earth, flee into the starry sky, hide behind the stars, and never come back!"
The first God Demon High Priest fled.
Once there was a first, there was a second.
In truth, they all knew that the owner of this hand had not appeared at all.
That hand was merely a Vague Phantom; it might not even be capable of hurting them.
But...
They were simply afraid.
Because if the other party could produce a Vague Phantom of this hand, it meant that he knew its owner.
At this moment, they did not dare cause trouble at all.
Who knew whether, after killing this freak, the owner of that hand would appear?
Some God Demon High Priests fled.
But some remained behind.
These God Demon High Priests looked at the hand, then at the gravely injured Human Emperor, and roared, "The owner of this hand has not killed us for fun in a very long time."
"Even my father died of old age without ever seeing the owner of this hand."
"This freak