A powerful Semi-Saint, an unsurpassed existence who looks down on Kyushu, had fled in such a hurry, looking disheveled like a dog without a home, without even the courage to face the Little Miss head-on...
This scene entered everyone's eyes, and the surrounding starry sky instantly fell into a dead silence.
Whether it was the commanders in the battleships of the various major camps, or the high-level powers of the various factions engaged in battle in the starry sky, for a moment, they all seemed lost, forgetting the battle, and even the energy beams from the ship cannons intertwined in the starry sky abruptly ceased.
But the punch from the Little Miss did not stop with Saint Jintan's departure; the small, seemingly inconspicuous pink fist continued forward, black holes exploded in front of it one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the midst of the Wanderers...
