Half-Step Saint

Song Zhong had experienced enlightenment himself. After enlightenment, one's comprehension of the Great Dao would advance greatly, and the spells one unleashed would become far more powerful.

After all, one's understanding of the Great Dao had changed.

But one would not become absurdly, ridiculously stronger all at once. Even if your comprehension of the Great Dao had changed, your spells still needed to be studied anew. You could not instantly reach their peak.

But what was going on with this Rain Peak Quasi-Saint before them?

Why had the power of his two mountain ranges suddenly begun multiplying?

And even his spell had begun changing—the flowing water within the mountains had flown straight out?

From within the two enormous mountain ranges, streams of water suddenly shot forth, instantly surrounding the six Wild Dao Alliance Quasi-Saints before them.

The water even continued squeezing inward.

Jian Kong Quasi-Saint and the other five Quasi-Saints felt the terrifying crushing force emanating from the water, so intense that they even had the illusion of being ground into dust.

They swiftly changed targets. The next moment, spells flew from their hands one after another, surging toward the flowing water.

Yet whether it was blades formed from Spatial Power that seemed capable of tearing through all things, ice that could freeze everything, or flames that could burn even the earth to ashes, the moment they touched the water, they all vanished without a trace.

The water coiled around them, making them feel as though they could not move at all. Not only were their bodies unable to move, but even the Immortal Qi within them seemed restricted at this moment, unable to circulate.

"How... he suppressed all six of us by himself? How is that possible!"

"This fellow possesses power that simply should not belong to a Quasi-Saint!"