Although Song Zhong was still only a Quasi-Saint right now, he had absorbed far too much thunder. If the other side had no Cosmos Ruler—or even, to put it another way, no powerful Cosmos Ruler—then those ordinary Cosmos Rulers would not do.
Without a mighty expert of that level to stop him, the remaining cultivators truly made no difference to him. In any case, they were all the sort who would be blasted to death by a single bolt of thunder.
As bolt after bolt of thunder kept crashing down, one Ninth Universe cultivator after another died in succession.
Under the cover of thunder, in only a few moments, not a single Ninth Universe cultivator remained in this world.
"All right. Clean up the battlefield."
There was no excitement on Song Zhong's face. Although they had defeated the opposing universe, what came next was the true arrival of the great calamity.
He did not know whether his earlier guess had been right or not.
Nor did he know what battles they would still have to face next.
All around, when the cultivators heard him, they moved one after another and began cleaning up the battlefield.
Before long, the battlefield had already been cleaned up. In truth, there was not much to clean. Basically, the other side's cultivators had all been killed by Song Zhong, so the spoils of war naturally belonged to Song Zhong.
Before long, they finished cleaning up the battlefield and entered the opposing island.
Another day passed.
That majestic voice rang out.
"The battle in the Contention Realm has ended. The ten universes now remaining are respectively the First Universe, Second Universe, Third Universe, Fourth Universe, Fifth Universe, Sixth Universe, Seventh Universe, Eighth Universe, 33rd Universe, and 1086th Universe.
While you fought here, your universes were also