"Holy crap, what kind of magic treasure is this? How did one strike kill six Immortal Saints at the peak?"
Seeing the deaths of six peak Immortal Saints, Cassio was frightened half to death, his face ashen. Even he could not instantly kill six Immortals.
One could well imagine that this bastard before him, who had been playing the pig to eat the tiger, was definitely more than a mere Immortal Saint. Perhaps he was an Early Ancient Saint who had concealed his cultivation.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain how this brat possessed such tyrannical combat strength.
"I've kicked an iron plate. This time, I've truly kicked an iron plate. Call for help—I have to call for help. As long as I can hold out until allies, comrades, and other Saints arrive, I'll have hope of surviving."
Cassio gritted his teeth, his expression savage as he frantically and continuously sent out distress signals. He could sense the aura of death from Xia Ping; his little life seemed to be hanging by a thread.
Even six peak Immortal Saints had been clubbed to death with a single strike. Judging by his own strength, Cassio felt that he had little hope as well, even if he was an Early Ancient Saint who had comprehended the laws of space.
A gap was a gap, and strength was strength. There was no faking it.
Within the Storm Sea, there were many Saints of the Element Race, as well as Saints from their vassal races. They were scattered throughout every corner of this sea region, contending against the myriad races.
Once a distress call was sent out, these Saints of the Element Race and its vassal races would all rush over.
As long as he could hold out until those allies arrived, he