Hai Wuya moved with crisp, decisive efficiency, blasting the Thunder Beast away in a single strike and utterly stunning everyone.
Though they were both King Tier experts, the gap in their strength was plainly as vast as heaven and earth.
The Thunder Beast had entered the Mystic Realm Battlefield and returned from it unscathed. Even in the eyes of these elites from myriad worlds, it was a renowned and formidable figure.
Compared to the Thunder Beast, although Hai Wuya's reputation shone like the blazing sun in the Desolate Ancient, they had never taken him seriously.
Everyone had witnessed the Thunder Beast's savage might just now. As expected of a ferocious beast that had returned whole from the Mystic Realm Battlefield, with one move it had effortlessly sent several King Tier experts flying, nearly erasing them outright.
Its reputation was well deserved.
Not to mention those from the Desolate Ancient, who had nearly been scared to death. What did it mean to say there was always someone stronger, and a higher heaven beyond heaven? This was precisely it: people of the same realm, yet it could defeat them with ease.
The Demon Race and the Hundred Clans Alliance, in particular, could not help feeling the sorrow of a rabbit dying while the fox grieved.
Though they belonged to different races, there was no doubt that they came from the same world. At a time like this, they shared glory and disgrace alike.
If they were humiliated here by this ferocious beast, how could they possibly return and face their juniors? This time, they had come to the Ancient Phoenix World with a formidable lineup. Aside from seeking to win over the Ancient Phoenix World, they had also come to display their strength. Yet now, it seemed they had been dealt a