The morale of the myriad races had long been eroded by the constant slaughter, because no matter how many lives they sacrificed, they received no feedback from Qian'Er.
After all, war wasn't like playing a game; they couldn't see Qian'Er's health bar. Therefore, they didn't even know if Qian'Er and his summoned beasts were losing health, which was the most agonizing part.
That one word, "Run!", was like a wake-up call for the already struggling myriad races, and large numbers of races turned and began to flee for their lives.
After all, everyone was running, and if they ran even a little slower, they might become the front line in the battle against Qian'Er!
It was time for 'whoever runs slower is in the front'!
As the races around Qian'Er began to retreat, this negative emotion spread wildly among the myriad races. Soon, the races near Qian'Er's summoned beasts, as well as the human True Kings, began to retreat in large numbers.
"Chase!"
With Qian'Er's order, several summoned beasts split up in different directions to pursue and kill.
The myriad races didn't even dare to look back, fearing that the moment they turned their heads, they would fall behind.
The battle had now evolved into a chase-and-kill mode.
The myriad races ran in front, while Qian'Er and his summoned beasts chased behind in different directions.
"Stop!"
Qian'Er's summoned beasts also used their respective abilities. Facing opponents who had no will to fight and only wanted to escape, they could almost effortlessly break through their defenses.
With all their attention on escaping, who had the mind to defend?
The Burning Blood Asura stood on the stone platform. As the stone platform moved, it quickly flew into the midst of the fleeing myriad races.
He descended from the sky, and the flames on his body instantly devoured flesh and blood, like a burning cannonball, directly smashing into the myriad races.
Immediately afterward, a huge wave of flames, centered on him, surged up, and the soaring flames spread wildly, instantly roasting the myriad races that came into contact with the flames to fifty percent done.
The stone platform under the Burning Blood Asura's feet began to slowly spit out chains. With a wave of his hand, the sky suddenly changed, and a pagoda gradually descended, while another pagoda, with a height almost breaking through the sky, also descended on the other side.
Suppression of Hell!
Countless creatures among the myriad races were instantly captured, and even their souls could never enter reincarnation, forever suppressed within the tower.
As the two pagodas crashed down, the entire continent instantly shook.
It was these two pagodas that disrupted the formation of the myriad races. The Burning Blood Asura narrowed his eyes, retracted the two towers, flew into the sky, and his body was like a taut bow.
The next second, he crashed down again with a "boom", and the surrounding air was scorched and distorted by the flames. Before he even landed, the high temperature had already withered all the plants in sight.
The myriad races, hearing the huge sound behind them, dared not stop for even a moment, not knowing what move the Burning Blood Asura had used to make the ground shake, almost scaring them out of their wits!
On the other side, the Frost Radiance Bone Dragon always flew in the sky, overlooking the fleeing crowd, while opening its mouth wide and constantly spewing dragon breath, sweeping across the ground.
Wherever the dragon breath went, the myriad races instantly turned into ice sculptures, and the biting cold filled the sides of the myriad races, a feeling that made their hearts want to jump out.
The other summoned beasts were also chasing relentlessly. The Reincarnation Flag constantly summoned earth-burrowing ghost soldiers to block the steps of the myriad races. The Nightmare Mirage Flower drove the races running behind in the myriad races to backstab the races in front. The Myriad Transformation Demon constantly used various large-scale skills, destroying everything he saw.
The Curse Shadow Ghost directly relied on its high speed to mix into the myriad races. The myriad races, eager to escape, no longer cared about the black mist around them, and frantically breathed in the surrounding air under strenuous exercise.
Often, as soon as they inhaled the black mist, they would instantly fall to the ground, and then be trampled into meat patties by the countless races running behind them.
Qian'Er, holding the fist blade, always chased behind the myriad races. He took the initiative to remove the fist blade and attacked with his own fists. Every time he swung his fist with all his strength, he would inevitably smash one away and knock down a group.
"Huff, it's finally coming to an end."
Shen Yifei looked at the fleeing backs of the myriad races and let out a long sigh of relief. The blood on his forehead was still constantly crawling down, making him look a little scary.
The human True Kings present were a little helpless. The situation just now was too dangerous. If it weren't for Yu Feiyi, the human True Kings' defense line would have been broken long ago.
Even now, there were still several True Kings and summoned beasts lying on the ground.
Yu Feiyi was already exhausted. He dared to guarantee that in this battle, the True Kings fighting on the front line didn't contribute as much as he, the support.
Shen Yifei rummaged in his pocket and actually took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and tremblingly lit it with one hand.
He took a deep breath and then coughed violently.
"Damn it, I want to smoke too."
A lying human True King reached out to Shen Yifei.
"..."
Shen Yifei looked at the seriously injured True King and stuffed another cigarette into his mouth.
"Who would believe that Qian'Er is completely fine? Is he still human?"
Shen Yifei complained indignantly, truly making people die of jealousy.
The Yan Country True Kings were not doing well, but at least they had Yu Feiyi. On the other side, the foreign True Kings who were traveling together were clearly in a more miserable situation.
It wasn't that they didn't have healers, but the effect was obviously not as good as Yu Feiyi. At least half of the True Kings were lying on the ground, and could only watch enviously as the Sacred Pegasus on this side revived one summoned beast after another, their eyes full of envy.
"Mr. Yu Feiyi, can you help us?"
A True King couldn't help but speak.
Before Yu Feiyi could speak, Shen Yifei stood up unsteadily.
"Didn't you see that we haven't finished saving our side yet? Is your face bigger than others? Go back!"
The person was choked speechless.
However, some dark-type Beast Tamers looked at Shen Yifei with obviously unfriendly eyes. Shen Yifei snorted coldly and didn't show it at the moment.
After all, both sides were seriously injured, and even if they wanted to fight, they really didn't have the strength.
On the other side, Qian'Er rode on the back of the Frost Radiance Bone Dragon, and they had already chased to the sea.
The myriad races were really about to collapse. Why were they still chasing!
Just now, at the junction of land and sea, a considerable number of races that could not swim or fly had expressed their surrender and accepted any unequal treaties proposed by the human race.
But there were still many races running away, and there were also remnants of the victorious races mixed in.
From time to time, a group of people who really couldn't run anymore would stop in place, give up struggling, and start kowtowing like pounding garlic in the direction of Qian'Er to express their surrender.
Of course, there were also some hard bones who cursed Qian'Er until they died, so they really died.
