WHOOSH!
A streak of light flashed across the sky.
A middle-aged, Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator hovered in midair, gazing down at the horrific scene on the ground.
Scorching-hot auras lingered in the air. The Spiritual Qi was chaotic and extremely unstable.
The scars of Magical Combat were everywhere, with craters hundreds or even thousands of feet wide. The earth was cracked and devoid of life, like a barren wasteland.
"This..."
Sensing the residual auras, the middle-aged Cultivator's heart pounded in his chest.
Even a Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator going all out couldn't produce an aura of this magnitude.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Two more streaks of light followed.
They were all Cultivators of the Nascent Soul Realm, and seeing the signs of Magical Combat all around, they had the same reaction as the middle-aged Cultivator.
The destruction left at the scene was one thing, but the lingering auras were what truly terrified them.
