Each Has Their Own Strengths

"What kind of power is this?" Dongbo Xueying sensed his surroundings. Their hunting party of fifty-one cultivators was flying at low altitude, while invisible forces permeated the area around them. One manipulated space-time; the other was far stranger, seemingly sealing off inside from outside, making it difficult for the outside world to discover their party.

"Brother Youya, the domain has been deployed."

"Mm."

Taoist Youya commanded the overall situation. He then looked toward the other two cultivators—a gray-robed man and a cold, gold-armored man. "Chongman, the two of you should make your move as well."

The gray-robed man nodded slightly and flicked his sleeve. Immediately, a dense swarm of tiny insects flew out, flying...