(Happy Dragon Boat Festival to all fellow readers!)
Yet even with hundreds of cultivators attacking with all their might, the surrounding restriction-covered walls did not so much as tremble. Each boom merely made a cluster of fluorescent light flash.
The fluorescent light was not large, and the energy it released was minuscule. It was like fireworks exploding one after another, posing no threat at all.
Profound Tier cultivators had far less resistance in their bodies than Mahayana cultivators. Under the corrosive toxicity formed by the fusion of Fu Yi Xiang and Xi Hua Cao, their bodies would stiffen. This was far worse than the Mahayana cultivators, whose magical power had merely solidified and whose meridians had been constrained.
If not for the black-robed cultivator casting some kind of spell on them, they would not even have been able to walk.
Earlier, when the black-robed man acted in the plaza, he had not been trying to imprison them. Instead, he had used a spell to restore the soul energy within their bodies, allowing them to walk freely.
Now, with hundreds of cultivators joining forces, their attacks were utterly powerless, like scratching an itch through a boot. This left everyone dumbstruck, and they lost all urge to attack again.
"Humph. Junior, if you dare attack recklessly again, you will all be slain."
A cold snort suddenly rang out through the vast Alchemy Space. The voice boomed, enveloping the entire space.
The voice was ethereal and impossible to pin down. No one knew whether it had come from someone inside the Alchemy Space or had been transmitted into it through the restrictions.
As the voice faded, the streams of attacks vanished as well.
Everyone finally understood that, in their current state, even if all the cultivators joined forces, they still could not shake