The three Saints stared at the Quasi-Saint across from them, at the space rippling ceaselessly around him, their eyes widening one by one as they looked ahead in utter disbelief.
They were three Saints. Even if they had not used their full strength, with the three of them attacking together, it should have been more than enough to kill a Quasi-Saint several times over.
Yet this Quasi-Saint before them had blocked their attacks so easily.
That Spatial Power—had it directly drawn all their spells into other spaces?
A cultivator capable of doing that had to be a Saint at the very least, right? How was he still only a Quasi-Saint?
This Quasi-Saint was far too strange!
"You two, let's not treat him as a Quasi-Saint. Let's regard him as a Saint."
Among the three Saints, the Saint who wielded thunder spoke in a low voice, but just as he said a single sentence, he abruptly stopped and turned to look in another direction instead.
From that direction, two cultivators, one man and one woman, flew over.
The two who had flown over were clearly Saints as well. At a time like this, anyone who was not a Saint would not dare fly over so casually.
Only, unlike them, these two Saints were cultivators from the same race. From the look of them, they were somewhat similar to the Human Race, except they had four arms on their bodies, and their heads also looked abnormally large.
After the two Saints flew over, their gazes could not help but fall upon those Soul-Nurturing Crystals.
But immediately after, their expressions turned strange.
"Senior Brother, don't make a move yet. Something's off."
The female Saint immediately transmitted her voice to the male Saint. "There are clearly Soul-Nurturing Crystals there, but beside the Soul-Nurturing Crystals