Ten Ancient Battle Corpses represented ten grotesque beings that had reached the Fourth Realm. Each one was exceedingly powerful, not much weaker than that severed hand.
In fact, Xu Qing took a closer look and saw that among the ten dismembered remains plummeting down, one was relatively intact. It was only missing its head, just like the Xingtian of myth and legend.
BOOM!
It slammed into the earth like a meteor falling from the spatial rift. The ground shook and the mountains swayed as if a Level 12 earthquake had struck, and cracks spiderwebbed out in every direction.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed.
It was like a Level 12 earthquake.
When the dust settled,
on the ground
a massive crater had been gouged into the earth. In its center lay a thick, muscular left leg. The severed end was as smooth as a mirror, clearly sliced off by some terrifyingly Sharp Artifact. The powerful leg was wreathed in an eerie, gray mist.
The next moment,
