Nangong Hongye jolted back to his senses and abruptly retreated, but it was already too late.
As that tiny point of light neared him, an earth-shaking explosion rang out across the land.
The blast was so violent that the island itself seemed to shake. It sent towering waves surging through the surrounding Cangming Sea, and the churning water came crashing down over the island like a torrential rain.
Nearly everyone present had been using all their strength to block or evade the impact, trying to lessen its force. No one had expected a downpour to follow, and in an instant they were drenched by seawater.
Some of those with weaker cultivation had already been rocked by the impact, their blood and qi churning. They spat out mouthfuls of blood, their auras growing feeble.
In the blink of an eye, most of the people on the island were pale and soaked to the skin, a thoroughly bedraggled sight.
Ling Xiaoxiao was the only one who reacted in time, using her spiritual energy to form a barrier that blocked both the shock wave and the seawater. Given Wu Qianqian and the others' condition, they would otherwise have fallen at the hands of their own allies.
After that one move, the balance between the two sides seemed clear.
Feng Xuanzhi, Hong Liuyun, and the others all unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, while Jiang Guifan's face darkened until it was nearly black.
He hadn't expected this phantom's strength to be so formidable! Nangong Hongye had even used a secret technique to force himself to the peak of the Spirit Lord Realm, yet he had still been defeated without the slightest ability to fight back.
At least Nangong Hongye's faint aura was still detectable; he hadn't perished. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous,