"No one move!" Saint Master Qingrui looked at the subordinates who had turned to ashes and shouted, biting her lips tightly. As those subordinates were about to rush up, Saint Master Qingrui actually felt something was wrong.
She didn't stop them, not because she didn't want to, but because when she was about to speak, her companion stopped her.
The Saint Masters from other realms valued their subordinates, but what they valued more was the outcome of this competition.
If they could annihilate Zheng Ming's subordinates during the duel between the Great Holy Master and Zheng Ming, it would definitely affect Zheng Ming's mental state, possibly allowing the Great Holy Master to gain the upper hand.
However, the reality proved that they were thinking too much.
The two forces clashed violently in the void, and those Sub-Sages and Minor Sages were like moths to a flame.
