Thirty Breaths!

Casting this curse required roughly thirty uninterrupted breaths.

And at this moment, Ye Qingtian and the others had successively broken through the water wall and closed in once more.

The heart of resentment also drove the nine baleful dragons into a frantic struggle with the sealing chains, trying to break through the blockade.

Every second counted!

With no distractions in his mind, Lu Chen formed seals with all his strength. Sweat mixed with blood dripped from his brow, while his aura visibly waned—an indication that the curse was draining far too much power.

Ye Qingtian was the first to rush nearby. Seeing Lu Chen's hand seals and the gradually forming world-cleansing halo, he did not know exactly what it was, but instinctively sensed extreme danger!

"He's casting some forbidden art! We cannot let him finish!" Killing intent flashed fiercely in Ye Qingtian's eyes. Regardless of the cost, his Longevity realm cultivation erupted in full force. A dark-gold sword aura condensed to the utmost extreme tore through the water and stabbed straight at Lu Chen's brow!

This sword was faster and fiercer than any before it!

Lu Chen was at the crucial juncture of casting the spell. He could neither move nor divide his attention to defend himself.

He was about to be impaled through the head!

Just at that instant between life and death—

Another upheaval arose!

It came neither from Lu Chen nor from the seal.

It came from... those three mysterious black-robed figures!

The black-robed leader, who had been hovering above the lake and seemingly assisting in the attack, suddenly changed direction. Forming seals with both hands, he sent forth a talisman black as ink and rimmed with bloody light. It was not aimed at Lu Chen, but... at the back of Ye Qingtian, who was attacking Lu