The spells released by the six Saints rushed into the space, yet that terrifying explosion never came. It was as if they had truly entered another world; they vanished in an instant, and everything seemed as though nothing had happened at all.
Song Zhong's face still held that calm, unruffled look, without the slightest ripple visible.
Here, six Saints had attacked at the same time, and they had drawn the gazes of the many cultivators outside the shattered The Ruins over to them.
And at this moment, as those cultivators watched the spells disappear completely, every one of them began to doubt their own eyes.
"This... the spells disappeared?"
"I didn't see that wrong, did I? That was six Saints attacking just now!"
"A Quasi-Saint blocked the attacks of six Saints? Shouldn't it be the other way around for that to be normal?"
"There's a Quasi-Saint who can be powerful to this extent?"
"No, look— that Quasi-Saint didn't even use an Immortal Artifact!"
"Why is there such a powerful Quasi-Saint? How did he cultivate!"
Inside the Flying Boat, the Lord of Huitian and the other Human Race cultivators watched the vanished spells, their faces likewise filled with astonishment.
"He blocked them?"
"Ancestor Song Zhong just blocked the other side's attack like that?"
"This... Senior Song Zhong is even stronger than we imagined!"
The Lord of Huitian did not speak. He merely recalled what Song Zhong had said back then. Song Zhong had meant that he was the strongest existence under heaven, without equal.
Now, he truly believed those words.
Outside the Flying Boat, beside Song Zhong, Rain Peak Quasi-Saint looked at those spells that had vanished completely, then turned to Song Zhong with a face full of shock. For a moment, he even found it somewhat impossible to accept. Just