"This is bad."
Immortal Yu was the first to react. He pressed one hand against the formation pattern beside him, and over a hundred points of azure light immediately lit up within the hall. Guided by the threads of the formation patterns, those lights spread toward the great formation outside.
But it was clearly too late. The enormous flying vessel stalled for around ten breaths before, with a boom, smashing through the great formation and appearing above the Feathered Immortal Sect.
"Kill them all."
The Fourth-Realm Ghost Immortal aboard the flying vessel spoke in a low voice.
Ghost Cultivators poured in from outside like locusts sweeping across the land. Bursts of yin wind blew, gray mist surged like a tide, and in an instant, the entire Feathered Immortal Sect was swallowed. The sect's disciples were like stones swept into a tsunami, completely drowned by the Ghost Cultivators in the blink of an eye. Only faint clear lights flickered within, mounting their final resistance.
In a one-on-one fight, Immortal Cultivators held an absolute advantage.
But there were simply too many of them—so many that there was no way to deal with them all. Around nearly every Feathered Immortal Sect disciple, dozens or even hundreds of Ghost Cultivators circled, launching attacks from every direction without fear of death.
Upon seeing this, Immortal Yu atop the main peak instinctively wanted to take action and save them.
But before he could act, he saw a black river descend from above. Like a floating ribbon, the river enveloped the entire main peak. Even more Baleful Souls poured from within, rushing toward the three people on the peak.
"It's that imitation Emperor Weapon."
Immortal Ji raised his hand and flung out a thick stack of talismans. Vast sheets of talisman fire exploded around him like a