The few left behind in the rift had indeed not broken through to anything too outrageous, at least not the kind of staggering qualitative transformation Qin Yi's group had undergone in the Netherworld. But all of their Daoist Arts were strange.
Ye Ling was the typical kind of madwoman who fought above her level; she simply could not be judged by the standards of an ordinary Ancestor Saint demon. Frankly speaking, Cheng Cheng herself might not even be able to defeat her disciple now... only a great ferocity could suppress her... In any case, if Qin Yi had not spoiled her into uselessness back then, Ye Ling would have been the quintessential example of the demon fiends said to ravage the mortal world.
Ju Yunxiu and Xu Buyi were the same sort of level-skipping madmen. The two of them had once been defeated by those above their level, but now the tables had turned.
A new Dao never before seen had risen, and even the people of the present day had yet to adapt to it, let alone reclusive cultivators who had been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years, their minds filled with ancient ways of thinking.
Then each of them possessed terrifying specialization. Though Baxia was an Ancestor Saint, if speaking purely of the defensive power of his shell, he could absolutely withstand a Taiqing attack. Many of Heavenly Seclusion Child's attacks against the others had been devoured cleanly by the turtle shielding them.
Defense, control, support, main damage dealers... If Qin Yi had been here, he would probably have thought of a large-scale pioneering raid dungeon...
There was no need to form any additional seven-man formation. They simply swarmed forward and nearly beat Heavenly Seclusion Child senseless.
Below the rift, Daoist Arts flashed, Sword Intent pierced