At this moment, the Celestial Court's prodigies had already fallen into complete disarray.
"Lord Holy Son! What do we do now?!"
"Even Holy Son Mo Yuan is dead! Could we also..."
The Celestial Court's morale had fallen to its lowest point.
More than five thousand people—wiped out completely by an unknown enemy just like that!
That even included Mo Yuan, a powerful Holy Son of the Celestial Court!
How could the other Celestial Court prodigies not be terrified?
"Shut up!"
Firmament abruptly turned around. His golden pupils swept coldly across everyone, and the chill in his gaze made them all shut their mouths at once.
"What are you panicking for?"
He took a deep breath, and his voice regained its aloof, calm indifference that looked down upon All Under Heaven.
"Mo Yuan died because he fell into their ambush."
"Because we divided our forces."
"We were led around by the nose by those ten fleeing auras and split thirty thousand men into ten groups."
"Each group had only a few thousand people. They waited at their ease for the exhausted enemy, concentrated their superior forces, and defeated us one group at a time."
"That was the true reason behind Mo Yuan's death."
His gaze pierced through the void toward the directions of the nine token auras that had long since fled far away.
That gaze was frighteningly calm—and frighteningly rational.
To become the Celestial Court's strongest Holy Son, he possessed not only immense strength, but extraordinary reason as well.
He clenched the token in his hand, and for the first time, he put away his contempt for the Human Realm, this enemy.
Since the other side could wipe out Mo Yuan and the others, they could naturally wipe them out as well!
In other words, they could no longer keep