Thunderous explosions rose and fell around them.
The Turtle Field Clan members had no fear of death as they self-detonated, forcing the spectators to retreat once more. Only after withdrawing more than ten thousand li could they barely raise shields to defend themselves.
On the Fire Clan's side, Yan Feng watched the turbulent space ahead, his eyes burning with fervor.
He felt not the slightest sympathy or guilt for the Turtle Field Clan members who had paid with their lives to self-detonate.
As he saw it, this was the sole value of the Turtle Field Clan's existence. To give their lives for the Fire Clan was their glory.
After such self-detonations, Yan Feng did not believe the Proud Dragon Squad members could still be alive.
Behind him, the people from the other factions under the Fire Clan had also begun discussing it.
"Those madmen actually all chose to self-detonate!"
"Good thing we retreated quickly. If we'd been caught in the blast wave, I'm afraid we wouldn't have survived either. Damn it!"
"Haha! We can feel how terrifying those explosions were even from ten thousand li away. I'd say those Battle Heaven Pavilion disciples are dead for sure this time!"
"The Turtle Field Clan finally made themselves a little useful. It's just a pity they only sent a hundred people this time. If we'd known, we could have held a battle with their entire clan, so they could all self-detonate and die!"
"What are you afraid of? They lost a full hundred Samsara Realm cultivators in this battle. Those were definitely the backbone of their forces. After this, the Turtle Field Clan's strength is bound to plummet. When the time comes, if we want to wipe them out..."
The last speaker suddenly stopped halfway through, casting a wary glance at Yan