Across various social media platforms, within chat and communication software, all kinds of comments filled the air.
"Damn! Noble martial artists? And a whole five of them! All wiped out completely, it's truly terrifying!"
"Wuwuwu... Gold can't buy a prodigal's return. I admit I've changed my view of the noble martial artists as a group!"
"Are you crazy? Even killing exotic beasts doesn't require such a method! How is this different from sending oneself to die on purpose?"
"The person upstairs is brain-dead! Regardless of the outcome, they dared to kill exotic beasts, would you dare? You just keep blabbering nonstop! If you can do it, go ahead and try!"
"Eerie! It's really too eerie! Those cowardly, oppressive noble martial artists actually took the initiative towards the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races! And they were all wiped out! This is too eerie!"
"Agreed! The whole incident exudes an inexplicable sense of weirdness. Could they have been possessed by something sinister?"
