The Only Constraint Standing in the Way

The situation became somewhat awkward for a time.

The elite cultivators below were still locked in bloody combat, but the great cultivators above had already become wary of striking at the rat for fear of breaking the vase.

As the saying went, a battlefield locked in a life-and-death stalemate was not frightening, because everyone had an equal chance of surviving, and one could adjust at any moment according to the situation at hand.

That was also why, on the ancient battlefields of Blue Star, mass duels between groups could often continue until only the final batch of people remained.

But if something with a generational advantage appeared, the blood and courage in everyone's minds would have no choice but to be put away.

A single beam of light swept through, and in the next instant, it could directly turn the body of a Spirit Transformation cultivator to ashes?

With something like that around, who would still have the nerve to keep this going?

The elders of the Myriad Clouds Sect swiftly drew back their lines beneath that golden auspicious cloud.

Even if the thing did not appear capable of defending against magical treasures, at least there was safety in numbers. Having more people gathered together made everyone feel a little safer.

What, they said? Wouldn't packing so many people together make it easier for them all to be pierced through at once?

Wouldn't that be even better?

If the unlucky one really was me, then I could drag a few others down to cushion my fall.

What could possibly be more delightful than that?

Do not imagine people from the same sect to be all that close and loving.

When families had already emerged, sects were ultimately no more than another means for families to earn greater profits.

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