473 Father and Son Reunited (2/2)

The Origin God died after receiving that attack, and at that same moment, Aknarel sent a message to Yale.

”Son, you must flee from here as fast as you can. I know that your current power has a time limit, and once you lose it, you won't be their match. With one of them dead, they can't seal me again in prison, and they are also injured. It shouldn't be a problem for me to battle them for some years until the reinforces came.”

At the same that he broke free of the restraints of the formation, he was able to send an emergency notification all his friends, so it was just a matter of time before several Origin Gods appeared there to help.

However, the matter would require some years, and Aknarel knew that his son couldn't endure that much.

Killing an Origin God wasn't easy in normal conditions, and Aknarel was strong even among Origin Gods for having some people considering him to be among the top 100. In fact, he was easily among the Top 50 after how much he trained to not be left behind by his wife, who successfully became someone who surpassed the Origin Path and became a sixth level immortal.

Thus, Aknarel knew that his opponents weren't in a state to kill him, and if he wanted to flee, they wouldn't be able to stop him after they lost their formations.

However, Aknarel wanted to wipe out them, so he planned to battle with them until his friends appeared to help.

After all, the opponents were just traitors, and all of them had Fake Origin Paths. Thus, they couldn't be compared with the army battling with Alter Yale and the Battle God.

Yale felt displeased by his father words, but he knew that they were true.

After all, there were still more than thirty Origin Gods in front of them, and although they were injured, they weren't at the same state as the one who had just died, so killing them would be difficult.

Moreover, there was also the risk that after being hit, Wyba would be expelled from the Storage Space, which would be far too dangerous for her.

”Alright. I will leave. Good luck.”

Without his power-up, Yale knew that it would be difficult to flee from that battle even with his father helping, so he turned back and fled as far as he could.

At least he assisted in killing one of the Origin Gods, so he decided to not be greedy and want to kill one more in the minutes he had until his power up disappeared.

The Origin Gods were all charging towards Yale's father when they noticed that Yale fled.

”Shit! Don't let the brat flee. Catch him!”

One of the Origin Gods shouted, and several tried to follow Yale, but they were stopped by Aknarel.

”Let's follow our battle. There is no need to involve the kids in this.”

The attacks of Aknarel were merciless, which forced the Origin Gods to focus on the battle while Yale fled.

However, one of the Origin Gods took the bet, and despite receiving a deep injury managed to leave the battlefield and follow.

”That is bad. That bastard is injured, but he is still strong enough to provoke problems to someone who isn't an Origin God.”

Aknarel was worried by Yale, but he couldn't do anything, so he just prayed for Yale's safety.

Yale also noticed that he was being followed, but there was a lot of distance between them, and he fled confident of managing to lose the pursuer before his time limit ended.

He didn't even think about battling against him. After all, that guy wasn't as weak or stupid as the one in the Battle God's dimension, and with Yale's time limit, if his power disappeared before finishing the battle, he would be in grave danger.

The distance between both of them increased without stop until Yale's power-up faded, but Yale didn't stop and continued fleeing with all his strength.

Although the pursuer wasn't on a distance that Yale could see with his divine sense, he was sure that the other party was still following him.

Even after fleeing for more than a year, Yale still felt that the other party hadn0t given up. It was just his instinct telling him that the other party was ready to pay any price to catch him, but Yale believed on his instinct, so he continued to flee without caring about the direction.