The three Supreme Elders, countless Family Heads, all were dumbfounded at the scene before them, some even at a loss.
Before their eyes and at their feet lay countless corpses, with rivers of blood flowing, over ten thousand Loose Cultivators had turned to ashes, and of the ten thousand elite warriors from the various Hidden World Families, only a handful remained.
Earlier, when thousands of Exotic Beasts charged in, and again when they charged out, the survivors were fewer than a thousand. Now, all had blank expressions, staring numbly at the scene before them, their eyes had lost their luster, leaving only emptiness and confusion.
"This, this..."
Typically unperturbed by even the collapse of Mount Tai, the multitude of Family Heads now shakily pointed a finger, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.
But those were over ten thousand elites!
All those elites, coupled with ten thousand Loose Cultivators, and within this mere fleeting moment, gone?
