Once everyone had landed, a long-faced elder with a three-foot beard, holding a black-handled white-silk fly whisk, stood facing Shen Luoyan. He cocked his head, a sinister chill gleaming in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Shen Luoyan and spoke mockingly.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, this old daoist truly underestimated your abilities. I never imagined there would be such a formidable fourth-grade magic array outside your cave abode."
"But if you think such tricks alone can trap this old man, you are thinking far too simply!"
This long-faced elder's cultivation was astonishing. At the mid-stage Nascent Soul Stage, he was unquestionably the strongest person present.
As he spoke, an overwhelming aura spread from his body, sweeping in every direction.
Shen Luoyan and the others, who had just risen into the air, were severely injured the instant that aura brushed them. One after another, they fell from the sky like dumplings dropped into a pot, crashing hard onto the ground.
At the rear of the crowd, the few with only Qi Refining Stage cultivation were crushed beneath that absolute pressure. They lay prostrate on the ground, blood pouring from their seven orifices, their faces twisted in extreme agony.
Blood gushed forth, while the scant True Yuan within their bodies directly dispersed.
In the blink of an eye, they had fainted, their breaths as thin as a thread.
Even the many Foundation Establishment stage cultivators could not withstand such pressure. All of them knelt on one knee, blood continually spilling from their mouths.
Foundation Establishment stage cultivators could not even contend with Golden Core stage experts, much less a Nascent Soul Stage titan.
Death could come in an instant.
In the span of a finger snap, expressions of pain and despair appeared on every face present.
Sensing the state of the