For a time, experts at the Lesser Celestial realm like Zhou Futong all began fleeing for their lives.
They knew perfectly well that at a time like this, if they gathered together to escape, that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member would wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
They might as well scatter and flee, making it impossible for that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member to hunt them all down.
As for who would be targeted by that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member, that depended on each person's luck.
However, at this moment, there was still one person who gritted his teeth and charged straight toward the Space Tunnel.
Naturally, this made him the first person targeted by that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member.
Whoosh!
The giant dragon extended its claw. Enraged, that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member struck out, seized the Lesser Celestial expert in one claw, and squeezed hard. A Lesser Celestial third-layer expert was crushed into a lump of bloody pulp just like that.
In truth, he had been only a few hundred meters away from the Space Tunnel.
Yet those few hundred meters became an insurmountable chasm in his life, cutting short his entire existence.
Foolish!
Zhou Futong, who was fleeing madly, saw this scene as well, but he was extremely disdainful of that Lesser Celestial expert.
At a time like this, he still wanted to run?
If escape had been possible, Zhou Futong would have fled long ago.
Zhou Futong knew very clearly how strong that Middle Celestial Spirit Dragon Race member was. He even knew that, if things continued like this, he himself would most likely be unable to escape.
Therefore, the direction he was racing toward was where Qin Shaofeng and the others were.
Zhou Futong's intentions