Within the Netherworld Ghost Domain, the six cultivators were still pouring all their power into the azure flames, helping them refine that streak of black light.
After years of refinement, that black light had been whittled down to only a thin layer. Its glow flickered erratically, as though it might vanish at any moment.
The Ascension Stage old woman suddenly shouted, pointing a finger at the black light. "Destroy!"
The black light flashed rapidly twice, then vanished with a bang.
At the same time, the old woman felt an immense force surge toward her. Unable to keep her footing, she was sent flying backward uncontrollably. Only after flying several miles did she steady herself. She saw the vicious-faced old man more than twenty zhang ahead of her, and her heart stirred. Senior Brother Qiu's strength truly surpasses mine.
Turning to look behind her, she found that the remaining four Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivators had been blasted dozens of miles away. Their faces were waxen yellow, and blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
Just then, the old woman felt that immense force pressing in again. This time, she barely managed to steady herself. Looking around, she discovered that the space within a radius of more than two hundred miles was shaking without cease—the immense force originated from this!
She focused her gaze upon where the black light had been. The black light had long since vanished, replaced by a black dot. The dot expanded and contracted; with every expansion and contraction, it stirred the surrounding space into tremors.
The four Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivators were alarmed and terrified, yet excitement appeared on the faces of the old woman and the vicious-looking old man. They stared unblinkingly at that black dot as though it were an incomparable treasure.
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