Thousand-Handed Old Man

Ji Yongge's voice rang out.

Chen Fan's heart stirred as well.

Though the Sword Sect members were formidable, at most they had five Immortality-level combatants. At present, Rong Ziqi was actually displaying the strongest strength, but even at the limit of her swordsmanship, she was only comparable to an ordinary second-level Immortality cultivator.

The five might have been powerful, but compared with this "gatekeeper," their lineup was hardly that strong.

Since they dared come to destroy the "Demon Prison Gate," they naturally had something to rely on.

In truth, Chen Qingru had not needed Ji Yongge's reminder. The moment she saw Elder Geng die without any warning, she knew she could no longer hold anything back.

"I originally wanted to get closer and destroy the Demon Prison Gate directly, but now there's no other way..."

She drew a deep breath and stepped forward.

A golden metal bead rose from her hand amid hazy radiance.

A layer of soft golden light suddenly burst from the metal bead and spread in all directions.

As the golden light surged.

Crack, crack!

The blood-red barrier was like winter snow meeting boiling water, melting away in an instant. The golden light, which seemed to possess no destructive force at all, surged again, completely blanketing everything in the surrounding area.

Yet this golden light did not harm any of the Sword Sect disciples present in the slightest, including Chen Fan, who was concealed in the nearby void by Void Concealment.

But aside from the Sword Sect disciples, everything else—whether demons, earth, or even the corpses scattered all around—slowly melted away beneath the spreading golden light!

Yes, not destroyed by overwhelming force, but melted away!

At the same time, the gatekeeper's silver armor gave off hissing sounds as it too melted away bit by bit beneath the