The situation on the battlefield was anything but pretty.
Water Lord Yin's promise had stirred the hearts of many great cultivators present.
They were already profound in cultivation and formidable in strength; to outsiders, they seemed to lack nothing. Yet the higher one's status, the deeper one's obsession with taking another step forward.
Relying on bitter cultivation alone, no matter how exceptional one's talent, it was difficult to achieve a massive improvement in a short time.
Thus, the aid of external forces became exceptionally important.
Moreover, at their level, ordinary resources were of little use. But the things that could truly move them were often seized by cultivators of the same rank.
When cultivators of equal standing fought, life and death were undoubtedly decided in the space of an instant.
With such concerns, without complete preparations, who would dare truly let loose and fight to the death?
The appearance of the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron had undoubtedly shattered that balance.
Great cultivators at this level already had a rough understanding of one another's trump cards.
They found the chaotic spiritual power that could suppress them and applied pressure.
Under those constraints, the scales of victory had almost reversed in the blink of an eye.
The carefully selected lackeys had gained results after only a few exchanges. The remaining resisting cultivators struggled to take even a step under the barrage of spells.
Amid the chaotic battle, Water Lord Yin at the very center held the Heaven-Suppressing Cauldron high, sparing no effort in displaying his influence.
The turbulent spiritual energy fluctuations placed increasingly severe restraints upon the resisting cultivators.
At this rate, in just a few more hours, the great cultivators invited here today would undoubtedly all perish on the spot.
"Break!"
A streak of white light, carrying a chill, came hurtling over.
Sensing