With Ghost Venerable Tu Xing dead, the other Ghost Venerables completely lost their footing.
They had seen the scene just now with perfect clarity and knew full well how Ghost Venerable Tu Xing had been killed and fallen in an instant.
It had all happened so suddenly that they could scarcely react, much less accept it.
They were supposed to be the mantises lying in wait for the cicada!
Today, they should have thoroughly crushed humanity and won a complete and resounding victory.
But now, what exactly had happened? What had this monstrous prodigy, who had appeared from who knew where, actually done?
It all felt like a dream.
Yet the cruelty of reality quickly tore them free from that illusion.
The enormous flaming finger descending from the heavens had already swept toward them. Everywhere it passed was sheer torment for these Ghost Venerables.
They were afraid. They were terrified.
Looking at the man who had not even seemed to move from beginning to end, they knew they had provoked an existence of unimaginable terror.
"Run!"
No one knew who had shouted it first, but immediately afterward, the Ghost Venerables scattered like birds and beasts. None dared linger for even a moment, all intending to flee this place and escape this nightmarish dead end.
The other Ghost Venerables had long harbored the same thought. Once the cry to run rang out, they all fled, no longer daring to fight.
The Human Heavenly Venerates also came to their senses. Seeing the Ghost Venerables trying to escape one after another, how could they possibly allow it?
"Chase them! Don't let them escape!"
They could not imagine that Yang Chen's combat strength would be so terrifying, but now that they had reacted, they all knew what mattered most.
Strike while the iron was