Over a hundred powerful cultivators, capable of traversing a thousand miles in a single night, fell from the sky one after another like great birds with broken wings, crashing viciously into the ground.
Even when they drove the flow of true essence within their bodies to its utmost limit, no matter how many hand seals they formed, they could not stop this outcome... The seals and spells that had once elevated these cultivators above ordinary mortals seemed, at this moment, not to exist at all.
No one knew how vast the gray light that had suddenly swept across heaven and earth was, but within at least several hundred zhang around them, the area seemed to have become a forbidden zone that utterly prohibited the power of all spells and magical treasures.
Wei Hua and Wen Liang watched in utter terror as the ground, which they had once thought they could ravage at will, rushed toward them. The savage force of falling from a height of over a thousand zhang smashed their bodies heavily into the earth with violent dull thuds. They even bounced back up before tumbling down again, their bones shattered, tendons torn, flesh split open.
Among the more than one hundred powerful cultivators, enough to wipe out a major sect, at least half suffered the same fate as Wei Hua and Wen Liang. Most of their bones and meridians were shattered, and they either fainted on the spot or died outright.
A small portion managed to force themselves to their feet after crashing heavily to the ground. But at that moment, a bald man dressed in black, his face covered with black cloth, emerged from the darkness.
The bald man in black was not particularly large, but his expression was eerily calm, as though he had no