The surroundings grew increasingly hostile.
Flashes of cold light kept streaking through the air. People were unable to hold onto their divine weapons, which were forcibly snatched away by the magnetic field, tearing off layers of flesh from their palms as they went.
Blades and swords had no eyes. Drawn by the magnetic field, these divine weapons passed through the dense crowd like iron plows, tossing up waves of blood and flesh.
Although the aristocratic factions had done their best to spread out, the angles and directions in which the weapons flew were random.
An iron lump might suddenly shoot out from beside someone, its sharp edges becoming enormously lethal as it hurtled at high speed.
It was simply impossible to guard against.
The enormous martial general's head, suspected to belong to 'Zhou Mou,' rotated its eyes and released a magnetic field, its gaping mouth swallowing divine weapons like a bottomless abyss.
The reason Zhou You had stayed until the end was not because he could not break the magnetic field, but because he wanted to study it a little longer.
This enormous head had definitely been made by Lord Chongyang. It was a masterpiece representing the culmination of Golden Immortal Path seal-script inscriptions.
Given enough time, he should have been able to crack it, but...
The Royal Family was still standing nearby, waiting at ease for the exhausted. This truly was not the time for research. It was better to kill a way out!
Half-Sage Yin Dao in hand, the Small Cauldron appeared in Zhou You's eyes. Though he no longer had the support of a sacred artifact, his Nine Tripods True Pupils had a similar effect, allowing him to spot the weak point in the chaotic magnetic field.
"Whoosh!"
Everyone around them turned to look. In such a