"What... realm... is this...?"
Beneath the thunderclouds, Lu Baitian stood atop a magical artifact, his face filled with terror as he gazed toward the Epiphyllum Mother Tree and muttered to himself.
Even he, at the ninth layer of the Body Integration Realm, was like this—let alone those with lower cultivation than him.
The Taixuan Sect disciples below felt as though ten thousand jin of weight were pressing down on them. They began to fall, forcing their formation to disperse.
"What exactly are we facing...?"
"Impossible... impossible... Could the Epiphyllum Sect truly have an Immortal?"
"What do we do... Is there really no chance of victory?"
"We still have Sword Venerable Fudao. Once his elder arrives, perhaps there will be a sliver of hope..."
While the Taixuan Sect disciples still clung to a thread of hope, the other sects had fallen completely into despair.
Heavenly Pivot Daoist of the Three Pure Mountains looked toward the Epiphyllum Mother Tree, his face pale. He pinched his fingers to calculate, yet no matter how he calculated, he could find no hope.
"Doom is unavoidable..."
Heavenly Pivot Daoist muttered to himself as the Righteous Qi around him began to dissipate.
As Jing Tuxian's terrifying aura blanketed the Great Chen Dynasty, the morale of the Nine Dynasties cultivators instantly collapsed.
Yet some still refused to give up. The Profound Heart Realm Great Cultivators of the Cangtian Sect continued fighting desperately, displaying the bearing of leaders of the Nine Dynasties Alliance.
An Hao and Wu Jue sped through the air. Their cultivation was low, so for the moment, no one stopped them. They quickly flew into the Ten Thousand Silence Forest, intending to rescue those who had been reduced to Sacrificial Offerings. Yet the moment they landed, threads of blood qi rapidly coiled around their feet.
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