A Trap

"Can't win!"

"Retreat! Go summon the Lord of the demonic seed!"

Geoffrey shouted, immediately leading the Root tribe back.

At that moment, Fang Heng had already reached the edge of hell.

Upon perceiving the attack from the Purifier behind me, his heart instantly sank

Right now, there was still a significant gap between his strength and that of the Purifier.

Retreat!

In the next moment, Fang Heng swiftly slipped into the Realm of Hell.

"Thinking of running now? It's already too late."

In mid-air, the Purifier from the Holy Realm shook his head as he watched the Root tribe fleeing deeper into the camp.

Could it be that Fang Heng only intended to use these people to hinder their pursuit?

They were underestimating them too much!

Four Purifiers behind Orkney extended their hands forward in unison.

"God's Descent!"

With a deep, resonant buzz, a surge of holy power erupted from the four of them!