After fantasizing about some possible outcomes, the monk left. After all, there were still plenty of resources in the mystic realm waiting for him to discover.
After Ye Xuan killed the fat monk, he slowly descended to the ground.
The battlefield around him was rife with violent energy fluctuations.
The cultivators who had fled were more than ten kilometers away, yet some of the weaker cultivators had even been injured at that distance.
Had they been ordinary people, they would have died instantly.
Even the subsiding energy fluctuations here were sufficient to reduce a purple spirit realm cultivator to ashes if they were where Ye Xuan was.
Everyone stared at Ye Xuan and took a deep breath. Their eyes were filled with fear.
This guy was way too strong! Who was he?
They had experienced shock after shock just now. The appearance of a core formation realm cultivator, followed by the fat monk, and finally Ye Xuan.