In Northern Marquis Bai Liao's original calculations, of the more than ten thousand red-robed cultivators who had surged into Kunlun's fifth ring island, at least several thousand should have been able to withdraw.
Given the strength of these red-robed cultivators, with the power of their own spells likewise greatly diminished, it was nearly impossible for them to withstand the endless lightning pouring down. Thus, the red-robed cultivators in the depths, closest to Nangong Daozang and the Great Formless Annihilation Sword formation formed by the Kunlun disciples, likely would not have a single person return. Blood Yama, one of the three most formidable divisions of Zhanzhou Marshland, was destined to be utterly wiped out under Huang Wushen's design.
However, most of the several thousand cultivators who had only just rushed into Kunlun's fifth island and remained at the edge of the endless lightning should have been able to retreat.
Among them were the Night Demon Sect members clad in black blade armor. Though these Night Demon Sect members in black blade armor were also deep within Kunlun's fifth ring island, when they looked around from where they stood, rolling lightning descended everywhere like a raging flood, with no end in sight. Yet the physical techniques of these Night Demon Sect members, which did not rely on the power of spells, remained exceptionally formidable under such circumstances. Their black figures leaped with precision through the gaps in the lightning like fleas, rapidly retreating outward.
"Trying to leave? I'm afraid it won't be so easy."
But at that moment, Nangong Daozang let out another cold laugh.
Nangong Daozang was a genius of Kunlun, and with cultivation like his, that cold laugh brimmed with the feeling of being unmatched beneath heaven and scorning all living things.
With that cold laugh, he flicked his hand