Just as the Primordial Saint was about to strike, the mass of red light exploded on its own, turning into blood arrows that sprayed across the sky.
Then, the countless blood arrows suddenly turned from red to black, transforming into countless vicious, batlike monsters.
The black monsters filling the sky abruptly lunged before the Primordial Saint. He clearly saw countless pairs of vicious little eyes staring excitedly at him.
That excitement was like a thirst for life, as though they could leap to a higher level of existence simply by pouncing on him.
"Explode!"
The Primordial Saint was a Saint, and he possessed Divine Abilities. He frowned at the horrifying sight, then coldly uttered a single word.
To everyone else, that word was merely a simple, ordinary syllable.
But to those monsters, it was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, slamming viciously into their Sea of Consciousness.
"Pfft!"
The next instant, blood mist erupted across the sky. Every monster was blasted apart by the laws of sound, dead beyond all doubt.
"Dead? They actually died? How is that possible?"
An uproar immediately swept through the crowd. No one had expected these things to be so utterly vulnerable.
Earlier, everyone had clearly felt that sense of danger and that intense pressure upon their souls.
"He was weak and utterly feeble to begin with! Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted words on us!"
The Primordial Saint looked grim as he spoke softly. Everyone else's expression changed as well.
Everyone present was a cultivator with keen senses, yet they had felt tremendous pressure and terror when facing an extremely weak monster.
There was only one possible reason: strength and weakness applied to individuals, but on the level of entire races, the Human Race was clearly being utterly suppressed.
"Could our Human Race actually