Over the past several decades, the conflicts between the various peak races and the Divine Race had grown deep. Now that the Divine Race's allied army was fleeing in defeat, how could the various races possibly let them off?
"Kill!"
The allied forces of the various peak races of Chaos Heaven erupted in a heaven-shaking battle cry. Every martial artist pursued their enemies frenziedly, and many had even charged into the depths of the Great Cosmic Rift.
If one possessed sufficient strength and had only ventured a short distance from the entrance to the Great Cosmic Rift, there would not be much danger.
In the sky, large numbers of Demon Servants were beaten to ashes, but that was not the greatest loss. The heaviest casualties came from the Divine Race's divine generals.
These divine generals had always stood high above the rest, their status surpassing even the God-King-level experts of the various races. Yet now, under Yi Yun's pursuit, they had no enemy capable of lasting even one exchange with him. One after another, they fell.
Of the more than one hundred divine generals, over a dozen were cut down by Yi Yun during their escape!
In a war for the survival of a race, only blood remained.
When everything gradually settled down, the entire sky, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, was covered by the demonic aura dispersing from the dead Demon Servants. Violent currents of air and Space Rifts were everywhere.
Old Ancestor Gan Jun was drenched in blood, yet his face bore an expression of incomparable exhilaration.
This battle had been worth it!
Even if Yi Yun truly lost to the Ancestral God, they had killed enough enemies today to make the losses worthwhile.
After the Divine Emperor's destruction, Old Ancestor Gan Jun himself had killed