The Desert King turned and ran.
He no longer cared about saving face.
When life and death were at stake, what was face? Could it be eaten?
Of course, saving his own life was the most important!
"Desert King, why are you running away?" the Elder of the Blood Demon Hall stared at the Desert King's retreating figure, eyes widening in disbelief.
How could the Desert King, who had just made solemn vows, turn and run? Was this the distortion of human nature, or the loss of morality?
"Hiss!"
Just then, the Elder of the Blood Demon Hall heard the sound of hundreds of powerhouses around him gasping in shock.
He was stunned for a moment before realizing that everyone was looking up at the sky, and they were all dumbfounded.
"What's going on?"
The Elder of the Blood Demon Hall frowned and looked up at the sky, only to have his pupils contract suddenly.
The terrifying axe light that the Desert King had swung was now frozen in mid-air, unable to move.
