Jiuhua was struck by a Frost Soul Palm, and his qi sea immediately became blocked. The immortals surrounding me were hit by the Frost Soul Palm as well, causing them to tumble one after another onto the tree trunk.
There were many people surrounding me, and stray bullets and flying arrows came in abundance. By the time I charged into the central region of the divine tree, there was no longer any way to deal with the attacks simply by dodging them. I had to take many of them head-on, so the power consumed by the Astral Step was tremendous.
Fortunately, I had six-element Yang Spirit Pills protecting me, providing an endless supply of energy. For these disciples of Wind Soul City to break through my defenses, they would have to reach the level of Immortality.
Immortality supported Grand Elder Jiuhua and led a group of Spirit Possession cultivators in pursuit behind me, yet he never made a move. I could not be bothered with him and continued flying toward the hall containing the mutated Wind Condensation Fruit.
Clang, clang, clang!!
Clang, clang, clang!!
A tight barrage of metallic warning clangs soon rang out through the area atop the tree. I glanced at the tense Lingzhao and asked, "What kind of musical instrument is that?"
"What do you mean, what kind of musical instrument!? That's Wind Soul City's Evil-Slaying Gong! Once it sounds, whether they're breaking through in their caves, cultivating in seclusion, or disciples inside the city, everyone must guard the divine tree! They say the last time this Evil-Slaying Gong sounded was over thirteen hundred years ago, when the righteous path attacked the city!" Lingzhao could not help feeling nervous.
"The righteous path attacked the city?" I could not help laughing. They're really giving me enough face. Still,