These three were the only three Spirit Transformation Elders remaining in the Misty Sword Sect, aside from her deceased master!
For years, they had been the masterminds behind the scenes, openly and covertly suppressing her while scheming to seize the position of Saintess for their own disciples.
"Why waste words on her!"
Another Elder, burly and fierce-featured, barked in a low voice, "The heavenly tribulation has already locked onto her. We are merely accomplices. Leave this place at once; once the tribulation lightning falls, this woman will surely die! As for the relics her master left behind, we will naturally dispose of them properly!"
The three simultaneously crushed the priceless high-grade spatial teleportation talismans they had prepared long ago. During the brief window before the heavenly tribulation completely sealed off space, the talismans should have safely sent them tens of thousands of miles away!
The talismans shattered, and spatial patterns rapidly lit up around the three of them...
Then, nothing happened.
"Hm?!"
The Elder with three wisps of beard changed expression drastically. He activated his magic power again, and the silver patterns flickered even more urgently, yet it was as though they had struck an invisible wall of bronze and iron. They were firmly suppressed in place, unable to complete the spatial leap!
"What is going on?! The space here... has been sealed off?!"
"Impossible! Though the heavenly tribulation is powerful, it mainly targets the one undergoing tribulation. We are merely accomplices; space should not be completely locked down! Unless—"
Their conversation came to an abrupt halt.
Because a figure with an ordinary face, yet radiating a terrifying pressure that made all three Spirit Transformation cultivators' Primordial Spirits tremble, silently appeared several yards before Zhou Lan, beneath the dark, black lightning bolt that was about to descend, as though condensed