In the ruins of the Falling Star Sect, the battle between two pinnacle fighters continued unabated, reaching a fever pitch.
Yan Qingcheng, Wan Hong, Nangong Yanran, and others were spectating from the outskirts of the battlefield, completely unable to intervene.
In fact, they couldn't even see the figures of the two fighters, only feeling waves of powerful energy spreading out from the center of the battlefield, shaking heaven and earth.
"Who would have thought that Taichu would also be caught in a difficult fight, this is not good!"
"Yes, the strength of the beings from the Foreign Races is outlandishly strong. If there is even one among them who can match him, the fall of the Immortal Realm is just a matter of time!"
"Just now he claimed to be a protector, and protectors usually come in pairs, so..."
"Yes, not only that, above the protectors, there is an ancestral god whose strength is only greater!"
