Another super king died in Ye Xiwen's hands without any warning. At this moment, Ye Xiwen was like a rampaging tyrannosaur—whoever crossed his path died, with no other ending.
This single blow chilled everyone to the bone. Especially for the Heavenly Race, Ye Xiwen had merely been a fledgling in their eyes, yet this junior they had dismissed slaughtered them until they had no strength to fight back.
"Retreat!"
This thought had already arisen uncontrollably in Tianqi Emperor's mind. Ye Xiwen had frightened him out of his wits once before. This time, he had thought that joining forces with several others would be enough to contend with Ye Xiwen. Who would have thought that after only a few exchanges, every one of his companions would be slaughtered cleanly by Ye Xiwen?
How could he dare remain now? Staying meant being beaten to death alive by Ye Xiwen.
"Trying to run?" Ye Xiwen immediately pursued him. With a long howl, he stirred upheaval between heaven and earth.
He was absurdly powerful.
The instant Tianqi Emperor retreated, the Heavenly Race experts, already gripped by fear, collapsed one after another. Their entire defensive line crumbled in an instant.
"Run! We are absolutely no match for him! Only if we invite the ancestor to act will we have any chance of defeating him!" Many people cried out, not daring to linger for even a moment. Not to mention, the Eighth Army's military strength surpassed theirs.
They held no advantage in conventional forces, and even their peak experts had been utterly defeated by the All Races Alliance. How could this battle possibly continue?
In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiwen caught up with Tianqi Emperor. He flashed before him and blocked his path.
"Tianqi Emperor, I told you before that you would sooner or