Rift Closure

That was the gleam of materials—the precious materials every Martial Artist dreamed of.

Xu Wuyi lowered his spear and stood still, his expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

He turned and walked back toward the outpost.

Behind him, the entire area before the rift had fallen deathly silent.

The technicians stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the battlefield carpeted with corpses. Even when the tools in their hands fell to the ground, they did not notice.

They were not Martial Artists and had no concept of Grandmaster-level power, but the scene before them was too overwhelming—so overwhelming that they did not even know what expression to wear.

More than two thousand Star Beasts. Four Great Commanders.

And just like that, they were gone?

No—not gone. Dead. Dead, and still lying there in neat rows, their corpses completely intact.

What kind of concept was that?

The Martial Artists were not doing much better.

They had seen Grandmasters fight before. Ren Bai had guarded this place for three years, and he would occasionally act against Beast King-level Star Beasts.

But those battles always came with earth-shaking commotion. After every fight, the battlefield would be a complete mess, and how many corpses remained depended entirely on luck.

But what was this?

With a mere lift of his hand and clench of his fist, more than two thousand Star Beasts had fallen in swathes. Then, with four more thrusts, the four Great Commanders had fallen as well.

From start to finish, it had taken less than half a minute.

The Star Beast corpses were so intact that they looked as though they were asleep. Not a single drop of blood had been spilled.

Su Yueling stood at the very front of the crowd, her lips slightly parted. She wanted to say