Song Zhong couldn't help laughing as he listened to them.
"I think you still haven't figured out the situation. So what if even more cultivators come?"
An endless heroic spirit surged skyward from within Song Zhong. His finger rose with it, pointing ahead.
The next instant, two bolts of lightning suddenly shot from his finger.
In that instant, the air of this world seemed utterly unable to withstand the terrifying might contained within the lightning, erupting in a chain of thunderous blasts that seemed ready to deafen every cultivator present.
Opposite him, the two saints stared at the lightning that had suddenly struck toward them, their eyes widening uncontrollably, filled with horror.
How could this lightning possess such power?!
The might of this lightning was even more terrifying than the lightning he had released just now.
This cultivator had not used any Immortal Artifact at all. He had merely released lightning so casually.
Why did it feel as if this lightning was more terrifying than any lightning they had ever seen?
He was only a Quasi-Saint. Why, when they faced this Quasi-Saint, did they have the illusion that they were facing the Cosmos Ruler?
The two saints instinctively wanted to dodge, but before they could move, the lightning had already crashed down on them with a roar.
In an instant, blood mist filled the sky.
The two saints did not even have the chance to react before their bodies were blasted apart completely, turning into a cloud of powder that scattered in every direction.
Behind him.
The cultivators following Song Zhong stared at the blood mist filling the sky, their hearts even more filled with shock. They knew Song Zhong was strong, but wasn't this strength a little too outrageous?
Those were saints!
They knew Song Zhong could kill Song