The inheritors knew full well that this enemy was far stronger than any they had faced before, and they dared not hold anything back. The Divine Bell let out its final resounding chime, deafening as though it would tear the very space apart. Sound waves slashed at the Mysterious Person like blades, carrying endless killing intent and despair.
At the same time, the old man unleashed the immortal art he had kept in reserve. His hands danced as he chanted under his breath, and a massive Golden Rune descended from the heavens, crashing toward the Mysterious Person like a mountain. The rune contained the old man's lifelong cultivation, and its power was astounding.
Seeing this, the Mysterious Person's lips curved into a cold smile. His hands swiftly formed seals, and a purple shield instantly rose before him, protecting him completely. The rune and sound waves slammed fiercely into the shield with an earth-shattering roar, yet the shield merely trembled slightly, sending faint ripples across its surface.
At that moment, something astonishing happened. The inheritors who had fallen earlier unexpectedly comprehended a new power at the edge of life and death. They struggled to rise from the ground, faint but resolute light radiating from their bodies. Those lights gathered together, forming a powerful force.
The inheritors were overjoyed at the sight. They immediately joined forces again, merging their individual powers into a streak of multicolored light that shot toward the Mysterious Person like a meteor. That multicolored radiance carried the inheritors' hope, courage, and longing for victory.
Sensing the threat of the attack, the Mysterious Person's expression grew grave. He did not dare slack off in the slightest and mobilized all the power within him to reinforce the shield. Yet the multicolored light was simply too powerful. Even though he had