Sense of Urgency

Le Wen, wonderful.

Five pillars of red, orange, yellow, green, and blue light shot into the sky, enveloping everyone below. The bald old man clenched both hands fiercely in the air, and amid a humming sound, the formation took shape on its own.

The bald old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his face filled with devotion as he muttered incantations. His body grew faint until he slowly vanished.

At the same time, the five-colored pillars trembled lightly, and five figures slowly emerged within them. The five wore calm expressions, yet the radiance of the Great Dao flowed through their eyes.

The fine rain in the sky turned into frost and snow sharp as blades in the blink of an eye, blanketing the ground. Blood mist spread everywhere, shrouding the earth. Cultivators of the four sects fell like leeks before the scythe, vanishing into thin air.

At the same time, the red, orange, and yellow figures within the five-colored pillars attacked the remaining cultivators of the four sects amid surging spiritual power.

At this moment, the Snow Region cultivators swarmed forth, weaving back and forth among the cultivators of the four sects. From time to time, cultivators from the four sects fell.

Ye Tian, hiding in the distance, paid no attention at first. He merely concealed his aura as best he could, lest the bald old man discover his tracks.

However, as more and more Snow Region cultivators appeared, Ye Tian gradually frowned. He discovered that after the corpses of the four sects' cultivators fell, they sank underground almost instantly. Frost and snow covered where they had stood, leaving no trace behind.

This discovery greatly alarmed Ye Tian, who hid in the shadows. Whenever Snow Region cultivators appeared, snow would inevitably whirl through the air. That was to replenish their spiritual