The cultivators of the same race as the female cultivator who had been slaughtered flew into a rage in an instant, each of them turning furious gazes toward Song Zhong.
Among them, the cultivators who came from the same cosmos as that female cultivator had immortal qi surging violently around their bodies, looking as though they might attack in the very next moment.
All around them, however, the Saints from the other cosmoses quickly reacted and hurriedly began speaking to dissuade them.
"Fellow Daoist, don't attack yet!"
"Fellow Daoist, we're all on the same side. Let's not fight among ourselves first!"
"Fellow Daoists, we're supposed to join forces. Calm down."
The Saints from the other cosmoses were truly anxious. Although this cultivator was only a Quasi-Saint, he had instantly slaughtered a Saint.
And it had been an instant kill.
With that combat power, even among Saints, he stood at the very peak!
In that case, although there were only five cultivators, if all of them were top-tier Saints in terms of combat power, then that was enough.
Their disadvantage was no longer as great as they had first imagined.
But if infighting broke out now, not only would they lose the combat power of these five top-tier Saints, once they started fighting, other cultivators would die too. The losses would be even greater.
They were about to go to war with the other side. They could not wear themselves down first.
Among the cultivators from the same cosmos as that female cultivator, there was a male cultivator who likewise looked like a fox, with eight tails growing from his back, each tail bearing a snake head. However, he looked far more powerful and imposing than the dead female cultivator. As he listened to the voices of persuasion around him, a