Faced with the perilous situation, all the Youfu Palace cultivators understood that if they could not block the Yin mist from enveloping Jueyin and stop the crimson blade-light attacks from the sky, allowing him to activate that technique, there was a real chance they would all perish here.
Although no one had been able to clearly see the exact strangeness within the mist, all the Youfu Palace cultivators who had yet to perish knew very well that the reason they had survived until now was not because their strength surpassed that of those who had already fallen, but because the Yin mist had not yet reached them.
If the mist drew near, no one dared claim they could guarantee their own survival.
At this moment, aside from the powerful spell Jueyin was known to be capable of unleashing, there was no other means that could give everyone certainty that their lives would be saved.
"All right, I'll cast the technique immediately."
Without the slightest hesitation, Jueyin abruptly agreed after hearing Wanyuan's words.
As his voice rang out, a vast soul energy suddenly surged forth, immediately enveloping his body.
As the soul energy surged, Jueyin seemed to have suddenly transformed into a source of soul energy.
The energy gushed out rapidly, but once it reached several dozen yards around Jueyin, it stopped spreading and instead rapidly gathered and grew denser.
Seeing the remaining Youfu Palace cultivators suddenly act in such a manner, Qin Fengming's heart tightened abruptly. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately sent out his divine sense, while the long sword blade in his hand shone brightly.
In an instant, figures wielding red and blue blades suddenly appeared.
The figures manifested in the air, as though one cultivator after another—each identical to Qin Fengming—were unleashing techniques with all their might.