Xu Zhi found it somewhat shocking.
More than ten Saints joining forces to deduce with all their strength was no joke.
It was equivalent to a full-force, long-distance battle between Saints!
The battles of Saints had long ceased to be mere face-to-face clashes. They could already scheme against one another across vast distances, balance karmic causality, and use probing each other's foundations as a contest.
The dozen or so Saints before them had effectively gone through a bloody battle.
They had fought with everything they had, completely enraged and determined to repel the invading enemy. Their injuries were certainly not light.
The severity of their wounds might not have matched that of Nine-Headed Ancient Mother, who had been beaten into fleeing by Xu Zhi, but it should not have been far off.
"This is terrifying. Is this what a Multidimensional Saint is?"
Xu Zhi blinked. Sitting in the dojo and eating fruit, he shook his head. "I can't afford to provoke them. I really can't. Good thing I didn't make a move against that Little Fatty earlier. This is ruthless."
At the same time, the Saints of these lands were terrifying when they fought for their lives.
"This is too frightening." Medusa looked at the sky with excitement written all over her face.
"So you should understand that so-called eighth-order gods and Ninth-Order Dao Attainers are all weak! The gate to becoming truly strong only officially opens at the tenth order, after one becomes a Saint!" Rennimansga solemnly instructed them. "Becoming a Cosmic Saint of a universe is the true world of the strong."
"Yes."
"Yes!"
They all nodded.
Elsewhere.
Cold sweat densely covered Zhang Youling's forehead as he stared at the sky.
He was nearly scared senseless.
Only after some time had passed, when the dozen or so Saints