"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Amid the offensive, several streaks of sword light suddenly accelerated.
The abrupt change caught the gray-robed old man completely off guard.
The sword lights swept past, directly interrupting the spell in his hands, while sprays of blood mist blossomed around him like vivid crimson flowers in the air.
Blood splattered, and the gray-robed old man's aura immediately began to plummet.
Above the Ancient God Ruins, maintaining flight through spellcraft already drained the power within his body at an astonishing rate.
Countless fine strands of sword qi raced through his meridians, causing his True Yuan and cultivation power to drain away even faster.
His body staggered in midair before plunging toward the ground below.
Though his body was falling, the gray-robed old man kept a death grip on the fist-sized ice pearl.
At this sight, the Body Integration cultivators and Great Demons below were all reinvigorated, their gazes growing colder still.
True Yuan surged outward, and their auras roiled.
Seriously injuring the gray-robed old man was merely the beginning. To seize the treasure, they would still have to contend with everyone else present.
Behind them, the Spirit Severing cultivators and Demon Cultivators also raised their vigilance to the utmost.
Under ordinary circumstances, no one would dare pull any tricks before Body Integration powerhouses.
But faced with such a supreme treasure, the risk was worth taking.
After all, the Ancient God Ruins had a peculiar environment. Once they got hold of it, they only needed to find a way to slip away. It was not as though they truly intended to fight Body Integration powerhouses head-on.
At that moment, pairs of eyes flashed with sharp light as they tracked the falling gray-robed old man.
In the blink of an eye, the gray-robed old man fell into the crumbling mountain