"Pfft!"
All four spat out blood in unison, their cultivation plummeting from the quasi-Saint realm until they became mortals without a shred of cultivation!
That sword strike had targeted neither their primordial spirits nor their fleshly bodies. Instead, it had shattered their Dao hearts and severed their Dao foundations!
Within Sumeru Space in the Chaos World, Zhunti clenched his fists tightly. Had the Heavenly Dao not been keeping him under such close watch, he swore he would have torn that little thief Lin Tian into ten thousand pieces!
But he could do nothing now. Until the Dao Ancestor spoke, no Saint dared venture out lightly.
Still, all these Saints had a premonition that, as the calamity progressed, the day they could emerge was probably not far off.
Beside him, Jieyin's face was equally ashen, but after glancing at Zhunti, he could only sigh helplessly.
Had Zhunti not taken it upon himself to release Zhulong, they would never have been forced into such a passive position.
But it was too late to say anything now.
Both knew that the Journey to the West Calamity was not yet over. Lin Tian had merely come to collect interest. By the calamity's later stages, even Spirit Mountain would probably be impossible to preserve.
Their faces were clouded with worry, but when they saw where Lin Tian headed next, they became even more agitated.
"Thief! How dare you destroy the foundations of our Spirit Mountain!"
After defeating Spirit Mountain's defenders with a single move, Lin Tian did not rush to continue slaughtering the Bhikkhu Monks.
There were countless thousands of them. Even if he killed every last one, Spirit Mountain could replenish their numbers directly from many other places.
He carefully recalled what the Golden-Haired Hou had told him about the location of Spirit Mountain's