Boom!
A thunderous crash rang out.
In an instant, the fire dragons were snuffed out, the ice phoenixes melted away, the mountains collapsed, and the vast oceans evaporated.
The torrent of spells unleashed by those cultivators joining forces was torn apart, pierced through, and crushed to pieces under the bombardment of the purple thunder!
"This..."
"How is this... possible!"
All around, cultivators from other cosmoses had not been attacked. They watched the thunderbolts falling without end, each of them staring up at the sky, their eyes vacant.
"This is one cultivator—no, five cultivators—directly suppressing the cultivators of an entire cosmos!"
"What kind of Quasi-Saint is this? How can there be such a Quasi-Saint?"
"This... I'm afraid even an ordinary Cosmos Ruler couldn't do this!"
"That cultivator—why is his thunder still falling? Does his immortal qi never run out?"
Despair.
Opposite him, the cultivators of that cosmos looked at the thunderbolts crashing down one after another, and endless despair surged up in their hearts!
This was not a battle on the same level at all.
And the Saints of the other cosmoses also came back to their senses one after another and began shouting repeatedly.
"Fellow Daoist, stop! Fellow Daoist, how about you stop for now!"
"Fellow Daoist, we are one body now!"
There were also Saints from other cosmoses shouting toward the leading Saint on the side of the cosmos under attack: "Fellow Daoist, apologize first!"
"That's right, Fellow Daoist, hurry up and admit your mistake!"
They did not care whose fault it actually was. In any case, whoever was strong was right, and whoever was weak had to admit fault.
That fox-like cultivator with a snake's tail looked at the thunder about to fall on his head, and under the terror in his heart, he also shouted again and