The thousand Spirit Race geniuses had only just reacted when rolling demonic smoke and demonic energy came crashing into them.
The next moment... Aaaahhh!
Screams rang out among the thousand Spirit Race geniuses, throwing them into instant chaos.
Zhe Ying's eyes widened as he wanted to blast the demonic smoke again.
But if he struck out with full force, he would blast away the Spirit Race geniuses along with it. For that instant, he hesitated.
In that moment of hesitation, the demonic smoke had already vanished into the distance in an eerie manner.
Zhe Ying, of course, immediately shouted, "Those who can still move, follow me and pursue..."
He charged after it madly, and several quick-reacting Spirit Race geniuses swiftly followed.
More than a dozen breaths later...
Zhe Ying returned with those who had pursued it, his face dark as iron. Naturally, they had completely lost track of that curl of black smoke. After barely a dozen breaths, they could no longer catch up.
"Senior Brother Zhe Ying, what just happened?"
Seeing Zhe Ying's incomparably ugly expression, the Spirit Race geniuses gathered around him. Many of them were still dazed. They had only just entered when this happened. Several were being supported by others, fresh wounds marking their bodies.
Naturally, they had been injured by the demonic smoke just now.
Zhe Ying looked over everyone...
"It seemed to be the little Shadow Moon Rat, trying to rush out of the Dark Demon Small World."
"But when he saw me crush the signal bead, he must have realized that leaving would mean nine deaths and no life. So he immediately retreated back inside."
The words left the Spirit Race geniuses utterly dumbfounded.
All they had seen just now was a curl of demonic smoke. Even Zhe Ying could not be one