Su Mo left, and the experts of the three tribes chased after him, bringing a brief silence outside Ancestral Dragon Star.
"Let's go!"
"Su Mo can't escape, let's go and take a look!"
"Quickly chase after him!"
A short while later, deafening shouts rang out as countless martial artists resembled an endless dark cloud, pursuing the direction in which Su Mo had departed.
They all knew that Su Mo could not possibly escape. Just how fast were the three Void God realm third transformation experts? They would definitely be able to catch up to Su Mo.
Therefore, this matter was far from over.
Swish!
Within the starry sky, Su Mo sped along at extreme speed, his pace reaching the absolute limit.
Seeing the Nine Yang Demon God, Bone Spirit, Li Zun, and the experts of the three tribes all pursuing from behind, he instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Drawing the flames of battle away could also be considered a way to avoid unnecessary losses.
As for himself, he possessed enough self-preservation strength.
"Su Mo, there is no place for you to escape to in the entire Primordial Universe!"
The Nine Yang Demon God roared angrily, rapidly closing in on Su Mo. Murderous intent shook the heavens within his eyes, but inwardly, he was secretly shocked.
Never had he imagined that Su Mo's strength could reach such a stage, which was simply mind-boggling.
However, since a deep blood feud had already been forged, he could only use all his might to strike Su Mo down.
"Brother Jiuyang, this boy's wings have grown stiff. We must think of a foolproof plan in order to kill him in one fell swoop!"
Bone Spirit's speed was not the slightest bit slower than the Nine Yang Demon God's. He transmitted his voice to