The entire continent was plunged into fear. Anyone with some insight had already guessed that a supreme figure had fallen.
Just the thought of how many eminent figures had fallen due to the consecutive heavenly thunders was terrifying enough to send shivers down one's spine. No one dared to voice out the calculation.
With the fearful anomaly, the hearts of all cultivators turned cold. Supreme Half-Ancestors were perishing collectively. The future of the Longevity Continent was destined to be shrouded in a bloody tempest.
Outsiders couldn't even begin to guess what was happening in the Lost Paradise. They were entirely oblivious to the truth. Everyone felt as though the end of the world was imminent.
Outside the Lost Paradise, cultivators who had witnessed everything, felt weak in their knees, shivers down their spine, their bodies drenched with cold sweat. More than ten Half-Ancestors had perished just like that, as surreal as a dream.
