The two saints were fighting head-on and the situation was already perilous. However, Saint Shengyuan still needed to divert some spiritual power to aid the human cultivators of Kun City in resisting the battle's aftershocks.
This was extremely unfair to an ancient saint like Shengyuan. Although this ancient city still had other myriad races, their numbers were far too few. The beast-headed ancient saint did not care about their lives at all, attacking without any restraint.
As long as he could kill all the humans, he would not hesitate to raze this ancient city that had endured since antiquity.
"Haha..." The beast-headed ancient saint sneered, his eyes filled with disdain as he arrogantly said, "That old fool has some tricks. However, how many more attacks do you have left? If you have no other trump cards, then sleep forever with the ants you protect today! You'll be the first human saint to fall by my hand since I awakened!"
