Boom boom...
As Pei Yusheng's thoughts raced wildly, the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast had already been blasted by the two streaks of sword light into roaring again and again.
One had to know that Murong Jianyun had unleashed that terrifying sword strike at an enormous cost.
Although the chances of killing the Wind Thunder Roaring Beast under the current circumstances were low, they still had to give it a try.
At the same time, beyond an unknown number of miles around the two Saint Martial beasts, figures continuously shot into the sky, while Divine Shuttle Ships came streaking in one after another.
More and more people were appearing in the surrounding area...
From afar, they gazed toward the two Saint Martial beasts, their entire bodies shaking violently.
Among them, a white-robed old man said in a low voice, "Two Saint Martial Stage beasts fighting each other... too horrifying, too terrifying!"
During these five days of pursuit and escape, Sikong Jing, Pei Yusheng, and the others had frequently erupted with terrifying auras. Naturally, this drew the attention of all sorts of forces and powerful experts along the way.
Those curious enough would naturally follow after them to see what was happening, and what terrifying figures and beasts were involved.
Of course, quite a few people still had not caught up from far away, but the sect to which the old man speaking now belonged was right nearby.
Thus, they were able to witness firsthand the sight of two Saint Martial beasts clashing...
At that moment, a young man beside the white-robed elder asked in a trembling voice, "Master, how did two such terrifying Saint Martial Stage beasts suddenly appear? Where did they come from?"
At those words, the gazes of nearly everyone around them turned in unison toward the white-robed elder,