The most immediate effect of this anomaly was the unceasing thinning of the spiritual energy around them, as though they had suddenly been trapped inside an empty-spirit formation.
Once their own spiritual energy was depleted, they could no longer draw upon heaven and earth to replenish it.
Lu Feng knew similar methods. He possessed several Emperor Arrows forged from special materials and supplemented by spirit-gathering formations. Once used, they could forcibly absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, concentrate it upon a single arrow, and unleash power capable of destroying heaven and earth.
Though the present scene bore many similarities to the use of his Emperor Arrows, and even carried a faint sense of familiarity, there was an essential difference.
From what he could sense, the empty-spirit state now descending was especially tyrannical. It seemed not merely to forcibly draw away the spiritual energy within the area, but to directly strip this region of its vitality, rendering it permanently incapable of producing even a wisp of spiritual energy.
The forest that had already become scorched earth showed little change, but the distant verdant mountain streams, lush woods, and clear waters all withered into desolation in an instant under this method. Birds and beasts scattered in panic...
Everywhere the aura covered became a land of deathly silence, without the slightest trace of life.
Such a method was, to some extent, contrary to the principles of cultivation and defied the natural course of heaven and earth.
As that profoundly mysterious aura drew closer.
Lu Feng's expression abruptly turned strange. The faint estrangement and distaste in his eyes transformed in an instant into astonishment and emotion.
Wuyi Zhiyuan, meanwhile, looked awful to the extreme, his eyes brimming with intense unwillingness and resentment.
Above the charred ground, two graceful figures drifted through the air. They hovered