Nascent Soul Attacks

Terrifying spiritual power continued to erupt. White light enveloped Lin Chuan and Ling Hui's corpses, completely obscuring the situation within from the outside world.

At this moment, aside from the unconscious Bu Lianshi, who remained beside Lin Chuan, Zhou Yu, Qin Lang, and Meng Jingxian had already moved to the perimeter, ready to face any battle that might arise.

"Northern Dipper, conceal yourself and check the perimeter. Remember, do not leave the fifty-kilometer radius! Anyone who tries to enter this place—kill them without mercy!" Qin Lang said gravely.

"Understood!" Meng Jingxian nodded. Dark spiritual power surged forth, and with a slight flicker, he vanished from everyone's sight and made his way toward the outskirts.

"How long do you think we can hold out?" Kong Chen asked softly.

"No matter how long we can hold out, as long as we still have a breath left, we cannot let anyone enter!" Qin Lang's expression was solemn.

Before long, someone arrived.

"I never expected an immortal treasure to emerge in such a remote place. I should be the first one here, right? This is great!" A somewhat sleazy Golden Core cultivator quietly crept toward the center of the spiritual power explosion.

This man's cultivation was not high, and he had only come to this remote part of the Immortal Mansion to try his luck. Yet he had never expected that this unconscious decision would give him the advantage.

However, the moment he entered within fifty kilometers of the explosion's center, that familiar pressure immediately shocked him.

"This... the formation's pressure here is still present..." He immediately stopped, his eyes warily sweeping the surroundings.

Not long ago, the pressure throughout the Immortal Mansion had suddenly weakened, allowing even Nascent Soul cultivators to enter and leave freely. Yet in this place, the formation's pressure had