"Source Treasure."
"That human is carrying a Source Treasure!"
"How did he bring an unformed Source Treasure in here?! Isn't that something only a tiny fraction of peak Superior Deities could possibly possess?"
"Run!"
"Retreat! Hurry, retreat!"
"Staying together just makes us targets! Scatter! Everyone, scatter and run!"
After a brief, deathly silence, a deity within the Yuan-Shi Allied Forces finally shrieked in terror.
Having witnessed the horrific scene where their leaders, Superior Deities, and four hundred companions were "sent away" by a single punch, the remaining two thousand deities of the Yuan-Shi Allied Forces felt their last shred of fighting spirit and morale melt away like snow under the sun.
They did not understand why the Human Race would entrust the power of a precious Source Treasure to a Higher Deity, but the reality was right before their eyes—that black-haired human had nearly wiped out twenty percent of their allied strength and their entire high-level command with one blow.
Staying here any longer was just queuing up for death!
"The damned Pan-Spirit Alliance has no sense of honor!"
"Move fast, we aren't running away! This is a strategic relocation!"
"Don't block the path! Get out of the way!"
Chaotic roars and angry curses erupted wildly throughout the enemy camp.
Nearly two thousand streaks of light scattered like a startled school of fish, bursting in every direction as they scrambled to flee the star domain that had become a slaughterhouse.
They knew full well that in the face of someone capable of wielding a Source Treasure, huddling together would only make them perfect targets.
By scattering, while some unlucky souls would inevitably be targeted by that human, at least the majority would have a chance to catch their breath.
As for who would become that "unlucky soul," they would have