This massive seal gleaming with black light slammed down again and again. Even the owner of this magic treasure had probably never imagined that it could wield such terrifying power, harvesting the lives of so many cultivators so easily. Yet there were simply too many red-robed cultivators. Though every descent of the black-glowing seal brought explosions and tremors that made hearts shudder, it still could not stop the silent, violent advance of the red-robed tide.
Almost at the very moment the black-glowing giant seal crashed brutally into the ground for the fourth time, more than seventy red-robed cultivators at the forefront had already rushed before a row of magnificent halls directly ahead of them.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
A violent tearing sound suddenly rang out. As it did, several streams of blood burst simultaneously from more than ten red-robed cultivators, who crashed hard to the ground. The weapons that killed them in an instant were dozens of white daggers roughly a foot long, each shaped like a fish bone. They appeared to be a set of magic treasures. Following these white daggers, dozens of flying swords of different colors shot out from the surrounding halls. The radiant light from those swords joined into a dazzling cascading waterfall. Under the shroud of a formation such as the Netherworld Blood Spring, these flying swords also displayed immense destructive power. The red-robed cultivators suffered a grievous blow in that instant. At least thirty of them fell from the air beneath the waterfall-like sword light, their bodies shredded into several pieces by beams of sword light darting wildly through the air like flowing radiance.
Some red-robed cultivators had already been cut in two and fallen to the ground, yet they did not die at once. They writhed in agony on the ground, making for an incomparably