Deep in a vast mountain range, a chaotic melee involving hundreds of cultivators was underway.
Huge magical treasures, ranging from a dozen zhang to more than twenty zhang in size, shot through the air, slashing and colliding with one another, unleashing deafening roars. Various secret arts containing tremendous energy clashed fiercely, shrouding dozens of miles in raging astral winds capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
Hundreds of figures flashed and flew across the expansive area, while cries of pursuit and shouts rang without end.
Dozens of cultivators stood together in an extremely profound formation, joining forces to battle the hundreds of cultivators surrounding them.
The cultivators encircling them were clearly stronger than the dozens of Core Formation cultivators and several Nascent Soul-stage cultivators forming the formation. Yet, empowered by the formidable combined-attack formation, the barrier transformed from the enormous formation swayed incessantly and seemed liable to shatter at any moment, but it still held firm.
The dozens of cultivators within the formation all wore vicious, ruthless expressions.
Several miles away from the others, three peak Nascent Soul cultivators had likewise formed a formation and were doing their utmost to withstand the powerful attacks of eleven mid- and late-Nascent Soul-stage cultivators.
Even with the formation's assistance, the three peak Nascent Soul cultivators had already reached a perilous state.
The formation might break apart at any moment, leaving them to be drowned beneath the attacks of more than a dozen cultivators.
Although the three men's faces were twisted with ferocity, not one of them showed the slightest trace of fear or panic. The seven Great Cultivators and several mid-Nascent Soul cultivators attacking them from all sides had not unleashed their strongest life-preserving secret arts, but they had already displayed all their killing moves.
Although the three trapped men's defenses had yet