Whew~
The powerful demon body turned into a cloud of black ash, scattered by a passing breeze.
The sudden turn of events left every cultivator present pale with terror.
Moreover, wisps of black lightning flickered in the sky once more, as though preparing to unleash another strike.
A feeble yet incomparably lofty will, carrying rage fierce enough to set the world ablaze, became a stifling, heavy pressure that weighed upon every cultivator's heart.
The white-haired, youthful-faced old man was the first to recover, raising his voice in warning:
"Get away from the sword formation!"
This time, none of the cultivators dared waste another moment. They all scrambled to their feet and fled in a panic away from the sword formation.
Only after they had all moved far from the sword formation did that oppressive, heavy pressure gradually subside, and the flickering strands of black lightning in the sky dissipate as well.
Everyone let out a breath of relief.
A gaunt middle-aged man at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, with a black spear strapped across his back, still had lingering fear in his eyes as he looked toward the old man who had just warned them.
"Senior Fu Ya, what was that...?"
"The world's malice." Fu Ya stared gravely at the sky.
As the only Spirit Transformation cultivator here, and one born of the Origin Extension Sect, a cultivator skilled in divining the workings of heaven—
he knew far more than the other cultivators at this moment.
The world had already stood at the brink of collapse. The remaining Void Return cultivators had fled, and even the world itself had fallen into despair.
Yet the appearance of this sword formation and web had greatly slowed the world's collapse.
The pure spiritual energy they transformed repaired the world's wounds, giving it the