Outside the battlefield.
The stars shattered, and the battle did not stop for a moment.
The vast fluctuations almost covered the entire battlefield.
The cultivators of the various races were trembling, but their eyes were shining as they waited for an opportunity to pick up the scraps.
The way they picked up the leftovers was naturally not to rush up and snatch the kill.
Not to mention anything else.
Even if a Star Beast of that realm was severely injured and on the verge of death, it was not something that these cultivators who had not even reached the true immortal realm could kill.
Furthermore, picking up scraps in front of Qin shujian was even scarier than snatching food from a Tiger's mouth.
&Nbsp; so,
The cultivators of the myriad races only had to wait for the blood of the star beasts to flow over and then take the opportunity to collect some.
