"This is unbelievable…"
"Just what kind of monster are those two!??"
"How are they even cultivators in the same realm as us…"
"There should be something wrong with the cultivation we're doing right?"
Looking at the spectacle happening in front of them, the audience, now in the ground created by the clash of Dao Xuanyuan and Wu Xiaotian's battle, terrifying waves of tempestuous wind hitting their bodies time and time again, the absurd power from the residual force of each attack scaring the shit out of the weakest among them.
"Sis Yan'er, what do you think is this battlefield?" unable to hold back the question in her mind anymore, Leng Yue asked while looking at the mature woman, the other people from the group perking their ears to listen to the white-haired lady's answer.