The cultivators gazed in shock at this land spanning ten thousand meters, as if it had been pressed down by a flat-bottomed teacup from the heavens. But they all understood that such destructive power could not be achieved by a mere teacup.
Many cultivators were rendered speechless for a long time.
They neither acted nor checked if the divine statue was still there.
Because upon witnessing this scene, they had already lost the desire to compete.
With the disappearance of the two Primordial Human Immortals, how could these small fry hope to resist?
They could only be grateful that the supremely powerful cultivator had already left; if he were an irredeemable demon, perhaps none of the cultivators present would escape.
A cultivator, suspended in mid-air, sighed, "I thought that no one in the Wanxian World could kill a Primordial Human Immortal at the peak realm. I was wrong, so very wrong."
The others sighed as well.
