Several Martial Artists in a row all strained with all their might, trying to force their way out of the Barrier.
The Martial Artists standing farther back had not known what was happening with the Barrier, but upon seeing this scene, they finally understood—they could not get out!
Thus, some of the Martial Artists stepped forward as well and attacked the Barrier together.
In an instant, more than a dozen Martial Artists struck at once. Blades flashed, swords danced, fist winds and palm force interwove into a net, all pouring onto the seemingly cicada-wing-thin curtain of light.
The Barrier lit up—not as a sign of collapse, but with an almost mocking brilliance.
As the light flowed, it swallowed every attack without leaving even a ripple.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Qian Wantong slammed a fist into the Barrier, his knuckles mangled and bloody, yet he did not feel it at all. He merely cursed over and over, blood gradually creeping into his eyes.
"Boom—!"
A figure crashed down like thunder, the shockwave sending the surrounding Martial Artists staggering in every direction. Qian Ying finally made his move. Xiantian True Qi gathered in his palm as he struck out, and the Barrier's light surged wildly, dazzling beneath the daylight as though they were staring directly at the blazing sun.
Yet when the light dispersed, the Barrier remained.
"Brother Qian, let me help you!" Zhou Zixing flashed forward, his fist falling like a hammer as Xiantian Qi howled forth.
The two Xiantian Elders joined forces, one palm and one fist crashing down together.
The Barrier trembled.
But only for an instant. The curtain of light rippled a few times like water, then returned to normal without even leaving behind a white mark.
Dead silence.
The previously clamorous plaza was now so quiet that