Above the Soul River, the Weird Immortal Kings were fleeing deeper into the river, their faces pale and their bodies covered in wounds.
By all reason, four Weird Supremes had descended together, while the Immortal Realm's side had only two Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
No matter how one looked at it, their race held the numerical advantage and should have been more than capable of sweeping aside the group before them.
But what was the result?
Three Weird Supremes had fallen at the hands of that Quasi-Immortal Emperor, while their twenty Immortal Kings had been utterly crushed by six Immortal Kings!
At that moment, they had no energy left to think about anything else. There was only one thought in their minds.
Run! Run quickly!
They fled at the greatest speed of their lives. This group was simply too terrifying; it was unimaginable.
They could not be matched at all. If they did not flee now, only death awaited them.
As for that Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperor, he had struck first, forcefully unleashing an earthshaking blow that turned into a shocking radiance.
In the face of mortal danger, he did not hesitate to expend his own origin. He fled in a pathetic state toward the end of the Soul River.
Faced with such an opponent, he could not muster even the slightest thought of resisting.
He understood very clearly that if he did not flee, he would likely meet the same end as the three Weird Supremes.
As for those Immortal Kings of his race, how could he still have time to care about them?
In his current state, even he could barely protect himself. How could he spare a thought for anything else?
Amid deafening roars, the Weird Quasi-Immortal Emperor fled miserably, instantly surpassing the Weird Immortal Kings as he rushed toward