Lu Chuan found Wutian's words rather baffling. He swept another glance through the hall and saw that all the gods and immortals had fallen to the ground, a layer of black qi floating over their faces.
In addition, without exception, the crown of each person's head had been suppressed by a glowing black lotus.
Understanding dawned in Lu Chuan's heart. It seemed the situation in Lingxiao Hall had already been brought under Wutian's control. Once a god or immortal's Primordial Spirit was suppressed, then no matter how heaven-shaking their divine abilities and magic power were, they could not use them.
It could be said that gods and immortals who had lost their magic power were no different from mortals. At this moment, they had truly been knocked by Wutian from their former lofty heights down into the dust.
Unless they had some way to break through the seal. But the difference between their magic power and Wutian's was like heaven and earth; when they still had magic power, they had not been his match, let alone now, after they had been knocked into the dust.
Of course, that was not to say that every god and immortal had a black lotus seal above their head.
At the very least, Lu Chuan saw that the several "immortal friends" headed by Ji Fa did not have seals placed over their heads. At this moment, they stood beside Black Robe and the others, along with Jinguangxian, Lingyaxian, and Qiushouxian.
"You stay here and clean up the aftermath."
Wutian turned his head and glanced toward the east and south, then said, "This Seat will go handle some other matters."
As he spoke, his figure vanished from within Lingxiao Hall.
Outside Lingxiao Hall, the heaven-shaking cries of battle were still continuing.
Black Robe and Lu