"What? That bald man is a Limit Creation?"
The many Poison Demon Race Creation Experts who had followed the Ten-Thousand Poisons King heard his shocked, furious cry loud and clear.
Every one of them was stunned, terror spreading across their faces.
"Even the clan chief is no match for him."
"Run! That bald man is a Limit Creation. If he attacks us, we're certain to die."
"Run!"
Marquis Nightveil and the others reacted just as quickly. Realizing something was wrong, they fled without hesitation.
If they did not run, death was their only path!
Limit Creations were widely acknowledged as the strongest beings beneath Nirvana Sovereigns.
They could even hold their own against a One-Tribulation Sovereign for a time.
That alone showed how powerful a Limit Creation was.
"You come when you please and leave when you please? Where in the world do you find a deal like that?"
The Baldhead Ancient God sneered. He stood where he was, but flicked his right hand.
Whoosh.
A torrent of glittering golden Divine Strength surged forth and formed three golden fists, which shot toward Marquis Nightveil and the other Poison Demon Race Creations.
One fist hurtled toward five or six Ordinary Creations on the left. Another flew toward the seven or eight Creation Experts on the right.
The third fist came straight for Marquis Nightveil, who had only three Creation Experts beside him.
"Not good!"
"I can't die! I can't die!"
"I, Nightveil, am destined to become a King-Sealing Creation. How can I die here?"
Marquis Nightveil's eyes instantly turned blood-red. Madness flickered in them as he cast a vicious look at the three Poison Demon Race Ordinary Creations beside him.
"Go! Block it for me!"
Hardening his heart, Marquis Nightveil sent out a surge of Divine Strength. It split into three