The whole process happened in the time it took a rabbit to bolt and a falcon to swoop; from start to finish, only a few breaths passed before three Spirit Division Stage beings had fallen once more.
Such an outcome sent the elders of the Three Sects Alliance into an uproar.
As the saying went, hearing of something a hundred times was not as good as seeing it once. Was this Lin brat truly at the Spirit Division Stage?
He had to be pretending!
In truth, he was a Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster!
Though at this moment they still had the advantage in numbers, and also had the array as cover, they nevertheless felt a chill crawling all over their bodies.
Originally, as elders of their sects, as Spirit Division Stage beings, every one of them was used to a life of pointing with the chin and ordering others about, and each held himself in extremely high regard.
After all, the Tribulation Transcendence Stage was illusory and remote, while at the Spirit Division Stage, so long as the divine abilities one cultivated were not too weak, surviving several Heavenly Tribulations and living for a hundred thousand years or more was still no problem.
To say their lifespans were long was no exaggeration; it was enough for them to roam free and enjoy themselves.
The elders had long been accustomed to standing high above others. After advancing to Spirit Division, they were called mighty immortal cultivators; wherever they went, what they felt was respect and admiration. How long had it been since they last experienced such wretchedness and panic as they did now?
Damn it. If they had known this would happen, why would they have provoked this baleful star over a mere Immortal Stone?
Yet now, whatever they said