A wry smile crossed both the Star Devourer Lord's and Venerable Yan Xin's faces when they saw the Flame Star Vine begin burning divine power.
They had no choice but to burn their own divine power as well. Otherwise, the Flame Star Vine would soon wear them down and kill them.
Both knew they would not be getting that Soul Crystal today.
And those two were not the only ones in trouble. Half of the Flame Star Vine's tendrils were spreading outward.
It merely wanted to stretch them out.
If they happened to brush against a few King-level Immortals along the way, annihilating them or beating them into unconsciousness, there was nothing it could do.
The Flame Star Vine did not know any better. It thought they were speed bumps!
The King-level fighters wished their parents had given them two more legs.
They flew desperately into the distance.
The Soul Crystal, their alliances—none of it mattered anymore.
Even if someone from their own faction died behind them, they could do nothing to help.
If they did not run, they would die!
The Demon Race fighters had it worst.
They were closest to Xiao Yang.
Or rather, Xiao Yang had been in the middle of the Demon Race faction to begin with.
The Machine Race faction was the luckiest.
They were farthest from Xiao Yang.
Besides, Xiao Yang could not enslave the Machine Race fighters themselves.
At most, he could enslave fighters with souls from the Machine Race's subordinate species.
As a result, the Machine Race faction suffered the fewest losses.
At four positions along the edge of the Eleventh Battlefield, the expressions of the Venerables overseeing it suddenly changed.
A Venerable had entered the Eleventh Battlefield!
But the next moment, the Demon Race and Zerg Venerables slowed down.
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