Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
Not long after Xia Ping left, figures immediately flew over from afar. They were all Ancient Saints, each radiating a formidable aura that suppressed this stretch of void.
"Strange. We clearly sensed the aura of Ancient Saints fighting here just now—why did it suddenly vanish?"
An Ancient Saint narrowed his eyes, attempting to sense the lingering traces in the surroundings, yet he could detect nothing. All around was an expanse of emptiness.
"It is indeed strange. If I'm not mistaken, the ones who appeared here just now should have been Saints of the Black Tortoise Clan. But now they have vanished. Could they have been slain in an instant?"
Another Ancient Saint frowned.
"Impossible. They were Ancient Saints—powerful beings who had mastered the laws of creation. How could they be killed so easily?"
"Exactly. Besides, most Primordial Ancient Saints have entered the core region. The other Saints shouldn't have been able to kill Ancient Saints either. This is truly inconceivable."
"That's right. It was precisely because I sensed the outbreak of battle that I thought some supreme treasure had appeared here, so I rushed over to see what was going on. Who would have thought there'd be nothing to see?"
"No, no, no, it isn't entirely impossible. This is the Cosmic Light World, after all. Powerful restriction formations are everywhere. If someone carelessly triggered a lingering restriction here, they might have been trapped to death in an instant."
"Forget it. Whoever killed those Black Tortoise Clan Saints must be extremely powerful. Anyone capable of such a thing possesses extraordinary methods. We'd better not provoke them too much."
These Ancient Saints discussed the matter among themselves, their expressions grave. They could sense just how powerful the enemy who had killed those Black Tortoise Clan Saints was; such an