The spiritual pressure emanating from the brilliant clouds was immensely powerful. Even from so far away, the Core Formation cultivators were terrified, their magic power circulation growing sluggish as they nearly lost control of their bodies.
"Not good! Save them, quickly!"
Having finally caught his breath, a blue-robed cultivator's expression abruptly changed. He immediately shot downward.
Seeing this, the other Core Formation cultivators also looked below, only to see the low-level cultivators falling toward the ground like dumplings dropped into a pot.
Low-level cultivators did not fly very high to begin with, and with magic power protecting their bodies, a fall would at most leave them bruised and battered, not cost them their lives.
But enormous waves were now surging toward them. If no one intervened, fewer than one in ten of these low-level cultivators would survive.
Fortunately, these low-level cultivators were all disciples and sect members brought by the Core Formation cultivators overhead. Seeing this, they immediately endured the discomfort caused by the immense spiritual pressure and used every means at their disposal to save them.
Compared to the tangled mess below, the three Nascent Soul cultivators in the clouds could barely remain calm. Yet as the brilliant clouds churned, the spiritual pressure continued to rise rapidly. Not only did it throw the nearby sea into chaos, it even made Luoxing Island tremble slightly.
"What on earth is causing this celestial phenomenon? Why hasn't it appeared after so long?!"
Old Demon Hun stared at the brilliant clouds in the distance with a ferocious expression, inwardly torn.
"We can't wait any longer. Star Palace reinforcements could arrive at any moment! Old Demon Hun, withdraw with me at once!"
Fatty Jiang roared with a pained expression. He had not forgotten that they were still within Star Palace territory.
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