More than a dozen elders at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal each unleashed the power of their own laws.
There were laws of flame, laws of thunderclap, laws of wind, laws of the sword path, laws of formations, and laws of alchemy.
All manner of law powers intertwined and collided within the Alchemy Room, giving off a deep hum like an ancient war song.
Though they were Daluo Golden Immortals, they knew they could not retreat.
In this situation, once they retreated, only death awaited them.
Even if fighting meant death, they still could not retreat.
Several auras converged, forming a world-destroying pressure that bore down on Ye Lin.
The walls of the Alchemy Room finally gave out and shattered with a thunderous crash.
The roof was blown away, its tiles ground into dust.
The surrounding mountains and rocks were shattered by the pressure, turning into debris that filled the sky before the pressure that followed crushed them into powder.
All buildings within tens of thousands of miles were razed to the ground.
Only the three-foot patch beneath Ye Lin's feet remained completely unharmed.
Behind Ye Lin, Wang Qingyu's face was deathly pale. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.
Her cultivation was merely at the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Facing the pressure of so many Quasi-Saints, even breathing became impossible.
Her consciousness had already begun to blur. The world before her spun, while a ceaseless buzzing filled her ears.
Ye Lin shifted slightly and lightly patted her shoulder.
A gentle force flowed into Wang Qingyu's body, shutting out that terrifying pressure.
Wang Qingyu gasped for breath in great gulps, like a drowning person who had finally broken the surface.
Liu Yun's brows furrowed slightly.
Her gaze fell upon Ye Lin.