Crackle and pop...
Like rain striking plantain leaves, yet also like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses thundering past right before him, dense sounds of impact kept pouring into his ears. The defensive power of those light screens was naturally anything but weak, and yet at this moment, they seemed so fragile. They could not be said to be as flimsy as pasted paper, but they were being broken through without pause.
The Sword Qi was ferocious. The combined attack of the Spirit World's five great experts was enough to destroy heaven and earth; any number of defenses were like child's play before it, and very soon they fell apart and scattered.
Sword light and fine rain, mingled with shattered meteors, crashed down together.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion rang in their ears.
Broken stones fell like raindrops.
That strange object from the Mysterious Stone World, like a mountain peak, collapsed and crumbled away.
For a time, cries of alarm rose on all sides.
Dense streams of Escape Light flew out from the collapsing structure.
But the vast majority had only flown about a zhang, ten zhang at most, before they were minced into blood mist by the sword light, and masses of spiritual-power fluctuations spread out.
Those who fell were all Cultivators of the Mysterious Stone World.
They had originally been hiding inside the Spirit Boat; now they had completely lost that shelter.
There was no one who could withstand a single exchange. When the five great experts joined hands, even True Immortals would have to retreat.
The situation did not look like a battle of magic at all; it was more like a one-sided crushing.
Until a sharp shout reached their ears, and along with it, countless gray-white things appeared in the void.
They varied in size and