With a single palm strike, varying degrees of burns appeared across the bodies of the 4 Rank 7 mercenaries.
The four exchanged glances and nodded in unspoken agreement.
One look was enough to confirm it—they were facing someone they couldn't beat.
It would have been difficult even alone, let alone when the enemy had a numerical advantage.
Pike said, "This way. I've already notified the mercenaries in this direction."
The other three understood the implication Pike had left unspoken.
Sometimes, you didn't need to outrun the enemy. You only needed to outrun your teammates.
If they made it back from this trip, they would definitely take their worlds and hide deep in the void until the war was over.
The Rank 7s from these major factions were too dangerous.
But... that was only if there was a next time.
Chen Yi stomped hard on Devouring Serpent. Mana poured from his body, and liquid-like flames once again surfaced across Devouring Serpent's body.
Then came an explosion, from which emerged a larger Devouring Serpent—stronger, faster, and carrying even higher temperatures.
Chen Yi stood atop Devouring Serpent as he rapidly closed the distance with the mercenaries.
With his damage greatly increased, killing ordinary Rank 7s was no longer much trouble for Chen Yi.
Before long, Chen Yi had two Saint Spirit grade Treasure Chests in hand.
Ato and Ayn each received one.
But all the corpses belonged to Chen Yi.
"Continue."
More than an hour later.
Chen Yi encountered Rank 7 mercenaries again.
"Damn it! Fire Madman, you take the high road, I'll take the narrow bridge. Let's just pretend we never saw each other, alright?"
"!!!"
"This damned damage!"
"Run!"
"Is this damage... even reasonable?"
"Fire Madman! Don't think we really can't beat you!"
"Don't force us to use our