Compromise

"I only knew that Yang Qiangjing had never stopped researching lasers over the past century, but I had no idea that besides the Generation-10 Laser Sword, there was also such a damn terrifying Laser Tower!"

"What Prismatic Tower?!"

"Four top experts, Half-Step Nascent Souls, projections of Heavenly Aspects—and they couldn't even withstand a single blow?"

Yang Genshuo was truly frightened.

That single strike from the Laser Tower had directly blasted open a Spatial Rift!

What kind of power was that?

Jie Yu, who had been forced to sever his arm to survive after being struck head-on by the Fifth-Rank [Void Ruins Formation], no longer even cried out in pain. After silently swallowing another high-grade healing pill, he slowly regrew both hands.

For cultivators of this level, as long as they had Spirit Stones, severed limbs were not a major problem.

What he was most grateful for now was that he had not been struck head-on by that strange light just now.

The other four experts whose Heavenly Aspect projections had been shattered were not so fortunate. After collapsing to the ground, they vomited blood wildly, their complexions withering to the extreme.

Had the Magical Treasures they had accumulated over the years not blocked most of the power, that attack would have directly claimed all four of their lives.

"Cough, cough! Cough, cough! Wh-what Magical Treasure is this? Why have I never heard of it?"

"I thought the Yang Family of the Great Nai Empire's trump card was a Fifth-Rank Grand Formation. I never expected them to have this as well."

"Master Jie Yu, is this a formation or a Magical Treasure?"

The four struggled to their feet. They had completely lost their ability to fight and retreated one after another.

At the same time, their Divine Senses swept across the