Having said that, Ling Zhe swept up the Green Rhino Demon Emperor and plunged into the spacetime tunnel with him, vanishing from sight.
At the same time...
The Mountain Roc and Silk Silkworm, the two Demon Emperors under non-Spirit Race forces, also flashed away. Before leaving, Mountain Roc said, "It's a bit of a pity that I couldn't get the little Shadow Moon Rat, but Black Tiger, you won't get it either... It feels pretty good to see you choke on this."
Watching their enemies depart...
The Sword Tiger Demon Emperor, covered in wounds from head to toe, flashed over to the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall and asked in a low voice, "Hall Lord, aren't we pursuing them?"
The Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall did not move.
This frightened the Sword Tiger Demon Emperor half to death. It hurriedly pressed, "Hall Lord, are you all right?"
Only after being questioned several times did the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall slowly come back to himself. With a sigh, it said, "I'm fine. It's just that the sinister ghostly energy seemed to pull me along, showing me some inherited memories passed down through generations of my Black Prison Tiger Clan... and the terrifying Burial Emperor Tomb."
The Sword Tiger Demon Emperor shuddered violently. It knew that the Hall Lord's Black Prison Tiger Clan had a close connection to the Burial Emperor Tomb.
A wisp of sinister ghostly energy had not only restrained the Hall Lord, but had also stirred the deepest inherited memories of its Black Prison Tiger Clan.
Of course, a mere wisp of sinister ghostly energy could not truly affect the Hall Lord. But by now, they could no longer catch up to powerhouses like Ling Zhe.
"Ling Zhe is as underhanded as