"Host, this is a Republican society, not the ancient Xuanwu, and certainly not the Cultivation Era. There are no Mystic Warriors with such immense mana here. Otherwise, the country wouldn't need to sacrifice so many soldiers in war. If Mystic Warriors existed, they could easily conquer the entire world with a wave of their hands."
"Moreover, even a Golden Core Great Perfection Cultivator can't withstand a full-level thunder strike, let alone those little mages with just a few mediocre spells. So, Host, you should have some self-awareness."
Yuan Chun casually released two massive bolts of lightning at the two fleeing Yin Yang Masters, reducing the Mystic Warriors' flesh and blood bodies to ashes.
The wind blew, and the ashes vanished.
Not even their souls remained.
