"Hahaha, I'm no longer here to keep you company!" Qin Hao laughed heartily.
The spiritual energy within his body surged out and rapidly returned to the Great Displacement Talisman. Countless symbols gushed forth from the golden talisman paper, saturating the void. At this very moment, Qin Hao's form began to appear ethereal.
"Are we just going to let him depart like this today?"
"How many of our Spirit Race's possessions has he ravaged?"
"Can no one restrain him?"
The Spirit Race members felt utterly powerless. The Great Displacement Talisman was not something ordinary individuals could interfere with. Even if a Saint Realm powerhouse intervened, they couldn't be completely certain of halting Qin Hao.
"How can you depart after causing such damage to the foundations of my Spirit Race? Stay here!"
