The combined force of nearly a hundred Black Armored Cultivators struck as one, its power astonishing. It easily shattered Brother Wen Jian and Little Devourer's attacks, then surged onward with unstoppable momentum. It could likely kill Ling Tian with ease—or even pierce through Little Devourer's Small World.
The Small World was the foundation of the Heaven-Devouring Wolf. If it were damaged, Little Devourer's aptitude would likely suffer too. Even if he survived, he would be gravely wounded, and his cultivation would probably never advance again.
Seeing this, Po Qiong panicked and hurried to stop Little Devourer. But Little Devourer had already charged forward, and it was too late to stop him.
Ling Tian saw it too. He controlled the Divine Artifact Plaque's phantom image to shield them from the attack, then flashed forward himself.
The phantom image was crushed like dry weeds beneath a gale, and Ling Tian's mind jolted. Though it was only an illusion, it was still connected to his mind. Its destruction naturally affected him.
But the Divine Artifact was worthy of its name; its defense was astonishing. The force weakened slightly after striking it, but Little Devourer still couldn't withstand it. He realized this too, but for the moment, he couldn't break away.
"Little Devourer, make yourself smaller!" a voice called. It was Ling Tian, rushing toward him.
Little Devourer and Ling Tian had known each other for over a thousand years, and their bond ran deep. They trusted each other completely. Hearing Ling Tian's words, Little Devourer obeyed without hesitation, rapidly shrinking. He wasn't worried about the force coming straight at him.
A strange spatial fluctuation spread through the air. The entire sky seemed to freeze, and even the ferocious force ground to a halt—Ling Tian had unleashed the power of his Purple Obsidian Demonic