A few demonic blades chased after the Scarlet-robed man. After a few explosions, there was no more sound. No one knew what the situation was like. The samoros mobilized the ten thousand Demon God-slaughtering formation with all his might to form the next attack.
The paragons of all the races in the primeval universe were shocked when they saw bloody mist fleeing in a panic.
Even the bloody mist couldn't block it, so even if they had set up a battle formation, they definitely couldn't.
"Go, quickly go!"
"Retreat!"
The heaven's favorites from the various races all turned around and left. However, they were from large races after all. Although they didn't want to fight anymore, their formation didn't fall into chaos. They still maintained their formation and turned around to escape.
The various races were scattered to prevent themselves from being annihilated by the demon Army.
