"Look at them, how pathetic. A whole group can't stop one person. Hehe, won't they all end up dying at Annihilation's hands later?"
"Annihilation has won. If he can drag a bunch of them down with him before he dies, it'll be worth it."
"Hahaha, that group is nothing but clowns. Are they really the top prodigies from the Origin Continent?"
"The so-called top prodigies are this weak? I truly can't imagine what the other cultivators are like."
"I told you, everyone on the Origin Continent is just a bunch of ants. A bunch of ants occupy the Origin Continent; they have defiled it."
"Hmph, I'd like to see how many of them will die in the end."
Watching the exaggeratedly absurd scene in the distance, countless Chaos Ancient Clan experts burst into laughter.
To them, this scene was simply far too amusing, far too entertaining.
A whole group was being held back by Annihilation alone.
How could that not be funny?
Being held back was not even the funniest part. If a large number of them truly died in the end, they wanted to see how the Origin Continent would clean up the mess.
They truly wanted to see that scene. They looked forward to it—immensely.
"Damn it, keep attacking! Kill him!"
"His realm is unstable. He can be killed! Put your backs into it, all of you! Don't slack off!"
"Don't slack off! Let me see who's slacking!"
"Attack!"
Countless experts attacked together.
At this moment, it was not only the competitors. Even some cultivators in the spectator stands joined in.
Countless terrifying attacks rained down upon Annihilation.
Yet in the end, those attacks all turned into nothingness.
Their attacks could not hurt him at all.
The gap between the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm and the Fourth Heaven