The descenders of the ghost race came in a hurry and left in a hurry.
He didn't say a word. He didn't even meet her before he ran away.
He ran very quickly.
In the distance.
"True Son of God, why are we running?" A descender from the ghost race asked. He couldn't understand the situation. He hadn't even fought with the other party, but he had already run away with his tail between his legs. He had lost too much face.
"If you don't run, do you want to stay and die?"
The one leading the escape was the ghost race's true Son of God. With a single glance, he saw the ghost origin master being smashed apart by the other party. That power was too violent and difficult to resist.
Although the Lord of the ghost source was only at the Emperor heaven realm, he was still a peak expert of the same realm.
Even he was no match for him.
But now, he had been blown up by a punch.
Even if all of them went up, they might not be able to defeat him.
