The Wicked Bead traveled fast. In an hour, Lu Li had caught up with the escaped enemies. But they had spread to different directions. Outside the valley, the wildness was boundless. The four alien races were in small groups. The one Lu Li caught up with had merely thousands of warriors.
"Boom!"
Like a falling shooting star, the Wicked Bead smashed down from the sky and pounded at the Asmodian army on the ground. Lu Li had been flying toward the southwest. Over there, it was the cities of the Asmodians. Naturally, the army that fled this way was of this race.
"Hateful human being!"
"Spread out and run~"
"Move!"
The Asmodians soon sneaked into spatial cracks around. Lu Li dashed madly about. He merely killed or hurt two hundred of them. The rest had escaped into the cracks.
"Buzzing~"