A powerful aura spread out, its force like overturning rivers and seas.
Before they even made a move, they used their auras to seal off the area around Su Shi'er, intending to prevent him from drawing the battle into the great formation below.
Feeling the immense pressure, Su Shi'er immediately found his body growing heavy.
With the four of them joining forces, the pressure of their auras alone far surpassed that of Daoist Lu Feng from before.
And he had only just gone through a fierce battle. By now, he had recovered no more than thirty percent of the power within him.
Even in a one-on-one fight, he might not have been certain of defeating any one of them.
Much less facing four alone.
Any other cultivator would surely have been thrown into a tangled mess of panic by now.
No matter how one looked at it, this was clearly a dead end!
Yet Su Shi'er remained calm and composed.
One hand held the Fly Whisk at his side, while the other was tucked behind his back, its palm hidden within the long sleeve of his broad robe as his fingers flicked and shifted.
Faint spatial ripples were spreading from his palm as he secretly gathered spatial power.
This place was not the Summit of the Heavenly Pond, once shrouded in Ten Thousand Year Cold Air. His consciousness had returned to his true body, and his cultivation of the Divine Emperor Sacred Art had achieved modest success.
Compared to when he had been trapped years ago, his cultivation and strength were no longer remotely comparable.
The Spatial Secret Technique he had mastered long ago was precisely the most crucial trump card in his hand.
These people were circulating their power, intending to sever his connection to the great formation below.