Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! ...
A hundred Blood Demon Armored Soldiers of the Venerable Martial Realm broke away from the chaotic battlefield and headed toward Qin Hao and the others. Clad in blood-red armor, they carried various weapons and radiated imposing power.
At the sight, everyone's expression changed.
"Not good! Blood Demon Venerable Armored Soldiers are heading for Qin Hao and Qi Long!"
"Damn it! Qin Hao and the others were their targets all along!"
"Stop them!"
"Everyone, we can die, but Qin Hao and these little ones cannot! They are the hope of the Human Race!"
Many of the Venerables caught in the melee had bloodshot eyes. A great number of them had been stuck at the Ninth Layer of Venerable Martial Realm for a long time.
After failing to break through for so long, many had come to understand the limits of their own talent and potential. To attain Creation? That would likely take an opportunity as vast as Heaven.
Qin Hao and the others were different. At the very least, they represented the hopes of the True Martial Continent, the Torch Dragon World, and the other Five Directions Worlds.
Besides, Qin Hao and the others had only just finished competing in the Azure Flame Grand Tournament and had yet to leave for the Azure Flame Sect. If the Blood Demon Race killed them now, it would be a devastating blow to the Five Directions Worlds.
For the tournament's top hundred geniuses to be caught in one net—nothing like it had ever happened, from ancient times to the present. The scale of the consequences and the shock it would cause were easy to imagine.
And yet...
They had the will to fight the enemy, but no power to turn the tide. Some Venerables tried to intervene, but