Silence hung before the hall. The woman stood poised, her gauze robes fluttering lightly as an icy killing intent surged forth, almost impossible to restrain.
The aura of the God Transformation Realm—even if only a trace leaked out—was an irresistible Great Terror to the Golden Core cultivators present.
In an instant, several Thousand Left Alliance Disciples dropped to their knees with thuds, their faces contorted as they could no longer endure the terrifying pressure spanning two major realms.
Even those still standing swayed as though they might collapse at any moment.
At that moment, the previously silent hall seemed to sense that frigid killing intent. Its silence shattered as countless inscriptions spread out like stars filling the sky. In the blink of an eye, they formed a magnificent grand formation that enveloped the hall.
At the same time, chains of inscriptions rose into the air. Crisscrossing through the air, they completely shrouded everyone before the hall.
Yet strangely, when these interwoven Inscription Chains passed through the Thousand Left Alliance Disciples present, they caused not the slightest harm, as though they were illusory.
But when they fell upon the female cultivator at the God Transformation stage, those seemingly phantom Inscription Chains revealed their savage edge.
Every Inscription Chain was like a sharp sword. As they crossed, one bloody gash after another appeared upon her gauze robes.
In only a few breaths, the female cultivator at the God Transformation stage was covered in wounds and utterly bedraggled.
Yet the Inscription Chains born of this unknown grand formation seemed to have some limitation. Their maximum range of attack was confined to the area where the great cauldron before the hall stood.
At the final moment, the female cultivator at the God Transformation stage finally found a narrow opening. With a spray of blood,