The next moment.
This Golden Core deacon instinctively looked up...
Deep within the Light Screen overhead, now verdant green as though condensed from Ghost Fire, countless miserable green points of light the size of mung beans emerged.
Like a torrential midsummer downpour, they appeared soundlessly.
Densely packed, they nearly filled the entire sky.
"That is..."
His pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. A chill surged from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head; never had death's shadow felt so clear.
"Not good! Quickly..."
Before he could even utter the word "dodge"—
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
The miserable green points blanketing the sky poured down upon the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect's mountain gate within the Light Screen like an inverted celestial river, moving faster than even a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Divine Sense could catch!
There was no earth-shattering spectacle, only a deathly silence that froze the soul.
The Golden Core deacon merely felt a slight chill atop his head before a bean-sized green point silently landed on his crown.
"Argh—!"
Before he could make any defensive or evasive move, a shriek so piercing it scarcely sounded human burst from his throat!
The next instant, starting from the top of his head, his entire body rapidly "melted" and was dyed through, as though scalding green oil had been poured over him!
In the blink of an eye, a writhing, twisted "green light man" appeared where he stood.
Only its outline barely revealed that it had once been human.
The "green light man" flailed its arms futilely, emitting a teeth-grinding sizzle.
It was as if its flesh, bones, Magic Power, even its soul, were all being madly corroded and devoured by that green light.
It struggled for less than a breath...
The "green light man" suddenly went rigid, then