Battle

"Pfft."

"Pfft."

Blood blossomed as figures exploded in midair one after another, like blooming blood lotuses.

"Ants are ants."

A young man in ornate robes spoke with an arrogant expression, his eyes filled with disdain and cold indifference.

He held a delicate-looking woman in his hand. With the slightest exertion of strength, her body turned into a mist of blood. There was not the slightest trace of pity in him, as if he had merely crushed an ant to death.

The battle on the battlefield now was no longer a fight, but a one-sided slaughter.

Against the powerful prodigies of the Foreign Realm, the prodigies on the side of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths could not resist at all. Even some Primogenitors were still no match for a single exchange, and were quickly slain.

An atmosphere of fear and despair spread instantly. Countless people were terrified, but at the same time, it made them sober up. These beings from the Foreign Realm were terrifying. Just because others could instantly kill them did not mean they could.

"Ants are indeed ants, but even ants can shake the heavens."

Suddenly, a voice rang out. The young man in ornate robes was seen cracking apart inch by inch before finally exploding into a mist of blood. Like those he had crushed to death earlier, both body and Divine Soul were destroyed.

The Old Dean walked over, put away the Divine Medicine and the Magic Treasures on the young man in ornate robes, then looked at those despairing people and said, "Those who could be sent in here are all top prodigies capable of making their names known in a region. Only prodigies who can awe an entire province, or even several provinces, can contend with them. Withdraw."

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