One man gave a soft shout.
The mountains trembled.
The sword cry grew ever more intense, its intent like snow, like the sun.
The ninety colossal mountains, each ten thousand zhang high, suppressing the sword formation trembled, while the cosmic stars between the mountains shook.
Unmatched power poured forth.
Like a heavenly waterfall hanging upside down, it spilled into the sky.
Faced with this scene, even though something was wrong with the minds and very existence of the Black Mountain Sect disciples, they were still shaken.
There were truly ninety of them—ninety Taiyi.
Yet their opponent was only one person. Not only had he not been suppressed by them, but the sword light they had pinned down was instead lifting them up?
This was no simple lifting—it was a clash of divine powers and Daoist arts.
The hearts of all ninety trembled. A terrifying sword pierced into their minds, and the power that severed all things was striking their very souls.
Once they were thrown off, the price they would pay would not merely be getting blasted away. Their minds would utterly collapse, shattered by the other party's sword intent.
Roar!
Instinctively sensing the danger, the ninety Taiyi of the Black Mountain Sect could not help letting out an enraged roar.
Special starlight erupted from their bodies and intersected with those around them. The Black Mountain Scripture inscriptions upon the violently shaking mountains burst with blazing radiance. That light interwove, forming a boundless wonder scene that illuminated the heavens.
Their powers seemed to merge into one, linked together from one to the next.
That was mountain—vast and incomparably solid.
That was suppression—immense and infinite.
That was pressure—great beyond all bounds.
In terms of Daoist arts and divine powers, the Black Mountain Sect was undoubtedly somewhat lacking in foundations compared to