The noisy battlefield fell deathly silent in an instant.
Only the smoke and wind were moving.
Those still standing on the battlefield felt a desolate sensation, as though the war had ended and, amid corpses strewn everywhere, the survivors were dazedly wandering through the ruins.
At this moment, fewer than a hundred people could still remain conscious!
Half of them were members, and half were immortals.
They had no idea what had happened.
That was how the Haki Trait worked. In that instant, only those whose fluctuations of will were weaker than Mo Qiong's would be shocked unconscious. Those whose will was equal to or stronger than his simply did not trigger the trait and felt nothing at all.
"What... what happened?"
"How did they all fall?"
The immortals were dumbfounded. The sight before them was too horrifying.
The moment Mo Qiong appeared, their billions-strong Beast Tide army had been completely wiped out in one stroke!
A brand-new ability—strength he had never displayed before!
"Wasn't he supposed to fight by distorting space-time?"
"This intelligence is wrong!"
Every civilization had studied Mo Qiong and understood his fighting style very well, even conducting in-depth analyses of it.
They had considered that Mo Qiong might flash into existence and dart through the battlefield with incredible mobility, harvesting lives.
They had also considered that Mo Qiong might create massive gravitational distortions and slaughter the Exotic Beasts on a grand scale.
But they had never expected Mo Qiong to appear, do nothing, and leave countless people and beasts unconscious.
No, he had not done nothing. Mo Qiong's Black Hair Like a Rainbow stretched three thousand meters, his long hair fluttering behind his head like the aurora borealis.
That bizarre hairstyle was very conspicuous.
Even an idiot could tell that the attack just now had to