How Was He Even Stronger Than a Saint?

Although Feng Yu Quasi-Saint was powerful, she had struck in haste and faced two spells in succession. The gale she had gathered had nearly shattered completely.

At that moment, another figure came hurtling over.

"You are Sage Feng Ying's disciple, aren't you? I wonder whether your master will be sad when you die."

A voice brimming with cruelty rang out. Kuang Ba Quasi-Saint wielded a long saber and viciously slashed down toward Feng Yu Quasi-Saint.

In an instant, a crescent-shaped saber aura shot forth.

The saber aura was so sharp that the residual force from spell collisions all around shattered the moment it touched it.

It was also incomparably fast, reaching Feng Yu Quasi-Saint in but an instant.

Feng Yu Quasi-Saint's spell had just been broken. Faced with this slash that seemed capable of cleaving an entire Great Thousand World in two, she could only hastily raise a hand before herself to block it.

Gales swirled around her palm, but before they could fully sweep forth, the saber aura had already descended.

The gale shattered instantly upon colliding with the saber aura.

The next moment, she felt an incomparably sharp presence strike her.

A burst of agonizing pain came from her arm.

The saber aura swept past, directly severing one of her arms and sending it flying into the distance.

The impact of that violent force also sent her body uncontrollably flying backward.

Too powerful!

Even if she fought a Half-Step Saint with all her strength, she would not have the slightest chance of victory, much less in her current state...

As she flew backward, she glanced around from the corner of her eye. The other companions in her sight had suffered even graver injuries beneath the attacks of the other Beast Race Quasi-Saints and that Demonic Beast.

Some had