"Escaped? Where did they go?!"
North Nether Saint narrowed his eyes. He discovered that even beneath the shroud of the Four Seasons Godslaying Diagram, he still could not find any trace of Olasge and the others. It was as though they had vanished from this universe without a sound.
If Olasge and the others had escaped, they would likely bring irreparable harm to the human race.
After all, if Saints like them went mad and assassinated ordinary humans everywhere, they would pose an immense threat.
"Don't worry. He can't get away. Under the suppression of the Ten Worlds Tower, no matter where they flee, they cannot leave this range."
Carefree Patriarch immediately sent him a voice transmission, telling him not to worry. Under the suppression of the Ten Worlds Tower, Olasge and the others could not possibly escape. It was precisely because they had feared this that they had prepared beforehand. They absolutely would not allow this encirclement to repeat the last incident, when the Illusion Race and the others had fled.
"But where exactly did Olasge run off to? He clearly knows this place has already been suppressed, that all space-time has solidified and escape is impossible. Could he be trying to call for reinforcements?"
Void Patriarch narrowed his eyes, sensing an unknown threat emanating from the depths of the void.
"I don't know, but we'll find out soon enough. I've already linked with the Ten Worlds Tower. It is scanning at every moment. Give it another quarter of an hour, and we'll find that old ghost's trail. He can't run."
Carefree Patriarch was brimming with killing intent.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!
In an instant, Olasge and the Illusion Race Saints used the power of the supreme-grade Saint artifact, the Mirage Mist Pearl, to flee back into the Illusion