Noticing that something was wrong with themselves, the cultivators hurriedly used their magic power to suppress the abnormalities in their physical bodies. But after the previous fierce battle, they were all wounded, and their magic power was only twenty to thirty percent of its peak.
For a time, none of them could suppress the changes, and countless black-stemmed buds burst from their bodies.
Aside from the few cultivators who decisively abandoned their physical bodies, the vast majority could not even get their Nascent Souls out!
"Fellow Daoist Su, save me! I can't hold on much longer!"
Because Su Jianhe's group had joined forces to withstand the Spiritual Tide earlier, they were still in relatively good condition and had not fallen victim as swiftly as the other Deity Transformation Cultivators.
However, suppressing it with magic power was only a delaying measure after all. As time passed, the two weakest among them could no longer endure, and black shoots sprouted from several places on their faces.
"Fellow daoists, Su is barely able to protect himself now. If you truly cannot hold on, quickly let your Nascent Souls leave the body!
That way, you can still preserve your lives!"
Su Jianhe himself was struggling bitterly. How could he have any spare strength to aid others? He could only speak directly and advise them.
"We're dead this time. In our current state, we can't fight anyone at all. As long as Long Guang and that Mysterious Cultivator strike us once, we'll die without even a burial ground!"
While desperately suppressing the changes in his physical body, Bai Shou stared at Long Guang and Qin Zhen in the distance with bloodshot eyes, his voice trembling.
"Fellow daoist Bai, do not give up. The Destined Dragon Son will never stand by and watch Long Guang carry