Once cultivators could no longer use magic power, they were hardly any different from mortals. Thud after thud rang in their ears as the disciples of Misty Immortal Palace plummeted one after another.
With the magic power inside them sealed, they could not even cast a levitation art.
"Not good."
Old Devil Jia's face changed drastically. He took a deep breath, and brilliant light rose all over him as he tried to flee this place in an escape beam.
Yet the scene that followed left him dumbstruck. The escape light only flashed once before swiftly dimming, as fleeting as an epiphyllum blooming for a single instant.
Old Devil Jia's expression turned incomparably ugly. He could clearly sense abundant spiritual power in his dantian and meridians, yet he could not mobilize even the slightest trace of it.
"Damn it!"
No sooner had Old Devil Jia spoken than, like those cultivators of Ethereal Immortal Palace, he fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.
"Ow!"
Cries of pain reached their ears. They had been smashed until their heads spun and their senses scattered. Fortunately, each time a cultivator advanced, their body would be tempered once by spiritual power, making it far sturdier than a mortal's. Otherwise, this would not have ended with snapped tendons and broken bones; they would have lost their lives here outright.
"What on earth is going on?"
The old devil lifted his head in fury, but deep in his eyes, the panic there could not be concealed no matter what. Compared with him, however, the disciples of Ethereal Immortal Palace appeared especially delighted.
Although they did not know what exactly had happened either, could things possibly be worse than just now? This unexpected turn of events had at least let them temporarily pass through the crisis;