At that moment, all the cultivators stationed at the edge of the sealing restriction changed color, their eyes filled with horror.
As Mahayana cultivators, they were all extraordinarily knowledgeable and had experienced countless earth-shaking battles. Yet now, every one of them felt an urge to flee immediately.
Within the restriction, monstrous astral winds raged. Various treasures blazed with dazzling light as they flew and collided violently, making it seem as though the entire world were constantly turning upside down and surging.
Even the mountain peaks outside the restriction rustled and trembled. Huge boulders tumbled down amid their swaying, while distant cries of slaughter mingled with shrill screams and pierced through the barrier of thunderous explosions, carrying faintly toward them. Everyone felt ice spread through their bodies, their hearts filled with unease.
They could no longer imagine what sort of terrifying scene was unfolding inside.
At least half of the mighty cultivators had already lost their nerve and no longer coveted the treasures within. They felt that if they entered now, their bodies would likely be torn apart by the intertwining, blazing streams of light.
No matter how terrifyingly powerful one was, anyone who witnessed such a horrifying scene would inevitably be unable to keep their state of mind calm.
What reassured everyone somewhat was that no aura of the Vast Desolation Profound Treasure had appeared in the chaotic melee.
The Vast Desolation Profound Treasure represented the most supreme class of offensive treasure in the Three Realms. Once such a treasure appeared, it could topple mountains, sever rivers, split the earth, and shatter the heavens.
An attack of that level was absolutely not something a Mahayana body could easily withstand.
In truth, the cultivators of the True Ghost Realm and True Demon Realm were fighting with great restraint. They had all