The thunderclaps rang out again and again as Ye Lin watched the scene with an icy expression.
Now that these Mirage Dragons were suppressed, he naturally had to kick them while they were down and give the three of them a good scratching.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thunderbolts filled the sky and rained down like raindrops, greatly restricting the Mirage Dragons' movements.
Though the Mirage Dragons were not afraid of Ye Lin's attacks, they still had to pay attention.
These attacks might not kill them, but they hurt—and they constantly depleted the turbid qi surrounding their bodies.
Turbid qi not only allowed them to remain undying and indestructible; it was also the source of their cultivation.
Ordinary cultivators needed immortal qi to cultivate, while they needed turbid qi.
As the turbid qi was steadily depleted, once it was completely exhausted, they would truly be at the mercy of others.
The long blades fell again and again, while the lightning continued without pause like a torrential downpour. Even the seawater had receded somewhat.
Meanwhile, the grand formation grew ever more powerful and ever more solid. The cultivators controlling it from all around also breathed sighs of relief.
The movements of the three Mirage Dragons below grew weaker and weaker, and their struggles gradually slowed.
Victory was right before their eyes.
"Roar—damned things! I never imagined that one day, I, this venerable one, would die in such a stiflingly miserable way."
"Even if I die, I will become a vengeful ghost and cling to you forever! If I die, none of you should dream of living well either!"
The entire process lasted a full day.
In the end, one of the Mirage Dragons finally could not hold on any longer. It let out a great roar at the cultivators in the sky and