Hold on, hold on!
The Black Mountain Sect's five prodigies roared madly, resisting without cease.
They knew full well that time was on their side. As long as they held out until the Yin Generals appeared, then no matter how strong their opponent was, facing Fengdu of the underworld, there would be only one ending for him.
And they only needed three minutes!
By now, nearly two-thirds of that time had already passed, with less than one-third remaining.
As long as they endured, victory would be theirs.
Faced with the terrifying supreme strangulation before them, no matter how unbelievable it was to the five of them, they had no choice but to face reality and recognize the terror of this person who might belong to the Interception Sect.
Five entirely different supreme chapters—methods of Saints.
How terrifying was that?
One had to know that people had limits, and so did their minds. Talent could not be eaten for sustenance. A single supreme scripture was already enough for a cultivator to study for an entire lifetime, and even then, they might not be able to fully master it.
The vision of Saints was simply too different. What they saw was something one could never comprehend without sufficient realm and standing.
Even the Black Mountain Scripture of the Black Mountain Sect was exceedingly difficult for the five present to cultivate. Every step they took was incomparably heavy; there were simply too many profound mysteries within that scripture, far beyond anything they could fully grasp.
And yet? The person before them had mastered five supreme scriptures, and had cultivated every one of them to an astonishing degree.
It was utterly terrifying.
It had already surpassed the bounds of what they could understand.
Therefore, there was only one thing they could do—buy time!