Murong Huai let out a sigh of relief, but the next second, his expression turned grave again.
After absorbing all of Scorpion Tiger Douluo's Soul Power and the blood essence of several thousand evil Soul Masters, the Asura Magic Sword began to tremble violently. The patterns on its blade seemed to come alive, slowly writhing. Then, an even thicker pillar of blood-red light shot into the sky. Within it, a blurry figure gradually condensed.
It was a blood-red figure clad in crimson armor, wielding a massive sword identical to the Asura Magic Sword. A terrifying aura of slaughter surrounded it. Though it was merely a projection, the pressure it gave off was enough to make Qian Jun and the others feel suffocated.
"Heavens, the Asura God has really descended!!"
"This is a god..."
"No, this is only a god's projection!!" Murong Huai's pupils suddenly contracted. He could clearly sense that this Asura God projection was above a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, yet it was definitely not god-level.
"Qian Jun, Gui Mei, take the Judgment Heavenly Army and withdraw!" Without a moment's hesitation, Murong Huai turned and roared at Gui Mei and Qian Jun. "Leave this to me!"
Gui Mei and Qian Jun exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with worry.
"No, Chief, we'll stay and help you!!" Qian Jun Douluo said in a deep voice.
"No need. In a battle of this level, no matter how many people there are, they'll be useless!" Murong Huai's voice was resolute. "Take the Judgment Heavenly Army and immediately retreat a hundred li away. Before the god's projection fully solidifies, hurry and withdraw! Go report this to Spirit City!"
He knew that even if the Asura God projection was not a true god, it could still crush 99.99% of the people on the continent.