On the sixth level of the Yin Ruins, gray mist expanded madly as Tian Luo kept trying to hold it back.
But under the gray mist's corrosive assault, his power as a True Lord could not last long at all. He failed again and again, retreating repeatedly and rescuing any martial artists he encountered.
True Lord Tianluo had always paid great attention to his appearance, but today his black hair was disheveled, and numerous rotten holes riddled his black robe. His face was pale, sweat beaded on his forehead, and even the black mark between his brows had dimmed, showing how heavily his Primordial Spirit had been depleted.
"No, I can't hold it back!"
Helplessness flashed in his eyes. He had done everything he could, yet he still could not halt the gray mist's advance.
"Skyreach Sword Art, Myriad Swords Sealing Suppression!"
Just then, a thunderous shout shook heaven and earth. The vast will of a Heavenly Venerate descended, followed by swords shooting out of the void, forming a sword array that enclosed the gray mist.
"The Heavenly Venerate is finally here!"
Joy surged in Tian Luo's heart, but his body went limp, and he nearly fell from the sky. His spiritual energy was so depleted that he could barely keep himself aloft.
"The Heavenly Venerate is here! The gray mist has finally stopped!"
Only at this sight did the martial artists, who had been fleeing like birds startled by a bowstring, stop running. They panted for breath, their eyes filled with the joy of surviving disaster.
"We finally made it out alive!"
Aboard a Sky Ark a thousand miles away, Ye Chongshan, Guo Xing, and the others all let out long breaths of relief. They had not been fleeing quickly, but their talismans had given them a brief burst