"Th-this has to be a joke?!"
Dripping Water Saint rubbed his eyes, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.
Just moments ago, he had planned to let Xia Ping escape alone while he stayed behind to hold them off. Even if it cost him his life, he had to ensure that Xia Ping—the only one who had not been poisoned—survived.
Only then would they have a chance to avenge their hatred, rather than being wiped out to the last man.
He had not made that choice out of some lofty sense of sacrifice. He had simply been forced into it. If he did not make such a rational decision, not a single person present would survive.
Yet he had never imagined that the instant he shouted those words, Xia Ping would erupt. His speed was outrageously fast, and with his very first move, he skewered the gold Element Race Saint to death.
Then the remaining four Element Race Saints flew into a rage, seemingly ready to leap over the wall like desperate dogs and join forces against him.
But before he could even grow nervous, before the four great Element Race Saints could go berserk, Fengdu himself exploded into action, piercing the earth Element Race Immortal Saint and the wood Element Race Saint through with a single spear.
Three peak Immortal Saints had died just like that, without the slightest ability to resist.
Honestly, if he had not fought these Element Race Saints before, then merely witnessing this scene would have made him think they were all fraudulent goods.
Otherwise, how could they have been speared to death so easily?
"No, this isn't a joke. It's real—and we're not dreaming."
Golden Wind Saint swallowed hard, staring in utter shock.
Earlier, he had even said that he hoped Xia Ping