In the moment Luo Hou manifested in the Three Thousand Worlds, the battle for world fortune ceased.
All cultivators from the Three Thousand Worlds surrounding the Emperor's passage, in a very short time, retreated in fear.
Countless Rakshasas rushed out of the Emperor's passage, occupying three perfect great worlds in just half an incense stick's time.
"Emperor Luo Hou, why not pursue them?" A strange light flickered in Luo Gui's eyes.
Luo Yin frowned and said, "If we pursue, none of those eleven Supremes would be spared."
"No," Luo Bing sneered, "this group of Supremes isn't simple. They don't use their full strength when attacking but will fight desperately when fleeing. However, if we pursue, we can at least take down four of them, Emperor Luo Hou, you..."
"Pfft!"
The Emperor Luo Hou's body wavered, and a mouthful of blood spewed from his mouth.
The three Rakshasa Emperors' faces changed drastically at the sight.
"Emperor Luo Hou, are you injured?"
