As the Saints who had attacked earlier died, the thunder in the void gradually dispersed as well.
At this moment, this world became extraordinarily quiet—deathly quiet!
In the distance, cultivator after cultivator looked at the figure whose body still flashed with faint arcs of electricity, and endless terror spread through their hearts.
Dead. So many Saints—more than a hundred Saints—had all died in an instant!
So many Saints had released spells at the same time, yet all of them had been destroyed by thunder. And after the thunder destroyed their spells, it had even blasted more than a hundred Saints to death!
This was one cultivator directly going up against more than a hundred Saints!
This was far too terrifying!
And he was only a Quasi-Saint!
It could not even be called going up against them. This Quasi-Saint had directly crushed more than a hundred Saints.
How could there be such a terrifying cultivator under heaven!
Farther away, the few Saints who had not attacked just now looked at the distant figure. Each of them could hear their own heart pounding wildly, and they felt incomparably glad. Fortunately, they had not attacked just now. If they had, their current fate would definitely have been the same as those Saints—directly crushed into a bloody explosion!
This Quasi-Saint was too terrifying. How could there be such powerful thunder under heaven!
Those were more than a hundred Saints! Even the Cosmos Ruler could not possibly crush more than a hundred Saints so easily!
They truly could not understand why a cultivator could reach such a level as a Quasi-Saint.
Peng Xuan was stunned as well. She knew her master was powerful, and she also believed that her master had never lied to her. She had also wondered before just how strong her master