An invisible panic had already spread through the densely packed red-robed cultivators. Compared to them, these four statues were simply too powerful. That sapphire-blue shield was at least ten feet thick, and even the black refined-gold chain connected to the black demon-subduing pestle was as thick as an adult's waist. Whether flying swords or other magic treasures struck them, they could neither halt the momentum of those two weapons nor damage them in the slightest.
Even though many red-robed cultivators had already realized that these four statues required many Kunlun disciples to operate them together, and that if they charged forward and killed all the Kunlun disciples controlling the statues, the four statues would lose their function.
But if they charged forward, how many bloody paths through empty space would they have to leave behind? How many corpses would they have to cast aside?
And who could guarantee that they would not be the next burst of blood mist beneath those two utterly unstoppable weapons?
Yet at that very moment, as Young Master Chun's hand slashed viciously downward through the air, many red-robed cultivators who had already been thrown completely into panic suddenly discovered that behind them, more than a hundred black figures had abruptly charged out of the sky burning with phosphorescent light.
Against the sea of red, those hundred-odd black figures were exceedingly glaring even in the darkness of night. Their speed was also astonishing, seemingly utterly defying the laws beneath the shroud of the Netherworld Blood Spring formation. In just an instant, those black figures that had shot down from high in the air had overtaken most of the red-robed cultivators and appeared on the beach of Kunlun's fifth ring island.
These black figures were, astonishingly, slender cultivators entirely encased in black bladed armor. Their armor was