"Damn it! Those despicable Treant Race bastards actually have reinforcements—this is a trap!"
At the sight of this, Mosquito Daoist was scared witless. Two Early Ancient Saints—Locust True Lord and Black Ant Daoist, both no weaker than itself—had been killed just like that, without the slightest ability to resist.
It reckoned that even if a Middle Ancient Saint descended here, they might not necessarily be able to accomplish such a thing.
Thus, it immediately felt that the Treant Race had likely found an earth-shattering ally, one whose cultivation surpassed that of a Middle Ancient Saint and might have reached the realm of an Ancient Saint.
Otherwise, there was no way Locust True Lord and Black Ant Daoist could have died so simply, so easily.
"Run! I have to run now, or death is certain!"
At this moment, Mosquito Daoist no longer had any thought of breaking through Tree World. Its mind was filled with the belief that this was a massive trap aimed at their insect army, intended to slaughter insect saints like them.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In an instant, Mosquito Daoist's figure flashed. It circulated the power of space, turning its entire body void-like as it sought to traverse countless layers of space and flee this dangerous place.
As for the insect army, it did not care in the least. They were merely cannon fodder; it did not matter how many died. Its own life was what truly mattered.
"This is bad—Mosquito Daoist is trying to run!"
Great Elder Cecil cried out as he saw Mosquito Daoist's movements and knew that it was preparing to slip away the moment it sensed trouble.
If Mosquito Daoist escaped, it would likely bring immense danger.
After all, this was an Early Ancient Saint. If it bore a grudge against them, the Treant