Faced with the strongest combined attack of two Great Cultivators, a peak Nascent Soul puppet, and an immensely powerful array, the two defenses raised by the Poison Saint Venerable, an Integration stage cultivator, were breached almost instantly.
Nine sword blades shot forth and pierced straight through his body.
What startled the two Great Cultivators, who had attacked with all their might, was that the powerful, all-out strike from a late Nascent Soul stage cultivator's bonded treasure seemed to have struck empty air. It passed through that figure without the slightest sound and flashed away into the distance.
"Juniors, very good. You've actually forced me this far. Without putting in some effort, I truly would find it difficult to kill you all."
As that figure collapsed and vanished, energy rippled twenty or thirty zhang away, and the Poison Saint Venerable appeared again. Although he had escaped that powerful barrage, his face was now even paler than before.
Earlier, Qin Fengming's sneak attack had already inflicted considerable injuries on him.
Now, faced with powerful attacks that blotted out the sky, he had been forced to use a potent secret technique to counter them, further burdening his already weakened body.
Yet he was, after all, one of the strongest beings in a lower realm. Glancing at the five treasures still locked in combat, he urgently spurred them with his will, and the power of the five treasures held at bay by the three opponents abruptly surged.
As they slashed with all their might, the three treasures restrained by Zhuang Daoqin and Ke Xingxin unleashed tremendous power, seemingly on the verge of breaking through their interception.
Alarm flooded the two men's hearts. Regardless of the expenditure, they poured vast torrents of magical power from their bodies into their respective treasures, stabilizing the situation again.