Everyone looked at one another. Indeed, nothing had changed; the people wrapped in heaps of dead insects were still the same.
"Their auras... have fallen in rank." An elder of the righteous path suddenly cried out in alarm.
Only upon closer inspection did everyone realize that the auras of all Devil Cultivators and Heretical Cultivators, including the five First Rank sect masters at the front, had plummeted drastically.
The Spirit Stabilization phantoms behind the five sect masters suddenly vanished, replaced by a pair of illusory, translucent Sun and Moon.
The sect master of the Otherworldly Devil Sect could not help turning to look at the Sun and Moon hovering over his own shoulders, disbelief written across his face.
How long had it been since he had seen his Sun and Moon hanging over his shoulders?
Where had his Spirit Stabilization power gone?
Second rite, Myriad Devils' Rankfall.
The third red meteor of divine light fell, and red light flashed between heaven and earth.
This time was even calmer than the last. Nothing seemed outwardly different, but...
"Where is my devilish art? Where is my Upper Rank devilish art? Why is it gone?"
An Upper Rank elder of Devil-Transforming Mountain suddenly shouted. He flailed his arms, trying to wield his True Essence, but there was nothing.
Everyone looked over. That dignified Upper Rank elder truly no longer had even a trace of True Essence in his aura, as if he possessed only an Upper Rank body.
"I... I... No, I am an Upper Rank elder. How can I not remember Upper Rank spells? Why is it that whenever I want to fight, I only remember Middle Rank and Lower Rank spells, and not even all of them? No, that is not right. But it seems I truly never learned them..."
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