At that moment, Xia Ping was hiding nearby, carefully observing the situation.
"This!"
Seeing this, Xia Ping was speechless. He had originally wanted to leave his name behind, draw in a wave of hatred, and gain some Hate Points. Who could have imagined that it would backfire instead?
The saints had mistaken it for planted evidence and a frame-up. There was no way Dragon Race Wu Wudi could have done such a thing.
Of course, some Primordial Ancient Saints did not believe it either. But with such a convenient excuse delivered right to their doorsteps, they seized upon it and went to war with the Dragon Race's Primordial Ancient Saints.
No matter what, his message had given these Primordial Ancient Saints an excuse to fight one another to the bitter end. Like a fuse, it had completely ignited this war.
"Forget it. I'd better run for it."
Xia Ping felt a little guilty. After fanning the flames, the Primordial Ancient Saints had begun fighting, and it had nothing more to do with him. As he was now, he could not interfere in a battle between Primordial Ancient Saints.
Whoosh!
With a flash, he left this spatial world behind, leaving only the Primordial Ancient Saints to continue their battle.
"Hm? So many heavily injured saints?"
The moment Xia Ping left the spatial world, his divine consciousness spread across a radius of more than ten thousand light-years. He discovered that the explosion of the restriction formation had indeed unleashed immeasurable destructive power.
As a result, not only had that destructive force severely wounded the Primordial Ancient Saints, but the saints beneath them were in an equally miserable state. Even those who had survived were gravely injured and unable to move for a short time.
At that moment, countless spatial fissures filled the