Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
The remaining six Immortal Lords fled at top speed, flying in all directions. They practically used every ounce of strength they had, running for their lives at an unprecedented speed.
"You bunch of disloyal bastards!"
Rock Lord was enraged. It was currently bound up like a rice dumpling and could not move at all. Even if it wanted to flee, there was nothing it could do. It could only watch helplessly as the other demons escaped.
"Run? Do you think it'll be that easy?"
Xia Ping held the Mourning Staff and circulated his mana, striking at the six Immortal Lords.
Soul-Suppressing Five Forms, Second Form: Slowness!
Crash!
In an instant, tens of thousands of grayish-white rays burst from the Mourning Staff. They seemed to contain mysterious power from hell, unfathomable and incredibly swift.
In one stroke, the six Immortal Lords were surrounded by those grayish-white rays.
"What's going on? My body—my movements have become slow. I can't move anymore. What happened?!"
The six Immortal Lords were dumbfounded. After being struck by those rays, they felt as though their entire bodies had been imprisoned. Their movements were as sluggish as demons on the verge of death.
They reckoned they could not even take a single step in a second.
They even felt their thoughts slowing down. It took a long time just to form one sentence.
They were instantly seized by terror. In a battle between Immortals, even a difference of 0.001 seconds—a single moment's mistake—could get one killed.
Let alone a full second of slowness. That was simply a fatal crisis.
"The slowing ability is practically a supreme technique."
Xia Ping was immensely satisfied. Once those slowing rays appeared, ordinary enemies simply could not escape the Mourning Staff's pursuit. They could only watch helplessly as he killed