Although the cultivators of the Ninth Universe were facing the bombardment of terrifying lightning, they were also keeping an eye on their Cosmos Ruler's battle. After all, that was the key to deciding victory or defeat in this fight.
Countless cultivators saw it at a glance—the Ruler whose head had been half shattered by a bolt of lightning, crashing heavily to the ground.
For a moment, cries of shock and sharp gasps linked together into one continuous wave.
"The Cosmos Ruler lost?"
"We... we're going to lose?"
"We're going to be defeated by a universe ranked over a thousand?"
One cultivator after another from the Ninth Universe wore faces filled with despair. If the Cosmos Ruler had lost, then who else could stop that terrifying Quasi-Saint on the other side?
"You're very strong."
After sending the opposing Cosmos Ruler flying with a single strike, Song Zhong's figure flashed, instantly appearing above the other party's head, and his voice rang out at the same time.
"You are the first cultivator in all this time to suffer a lightning strike from me and not be directly blasted to death."
As for other cultivators, forget enduring a strike from his main body and three clones—even when facing a single clone, they could not withstand even a portion of the lightning.
This Ruler of the Ninth Universe was truly strong.
The Ruler of the Ninth Universe felt the lightning within his body surging wildly. On his face, half of which had already been blown apart, a self-mocking look appeared. "So, you're saying that I, a Cosmos Ruler, was nearly blasted to death in one strike by a Quasi-Saint, and I should feel proud of that?"
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of crimson blood.
His injuries were