Jiutian Xuanye's voice rang out again and again, and every word she spoke made the expressions of everyone present change.
By the time Jiutian Xuanye's voice fell, everyone's faces had turned ugly to the extreme.
"Then doesn't that mean all the hard work we've put in has been for nothing?"
From within the crowd, someone cried out in alarm.
"What are you afraid of? We've already come this far. How can we speak so lightly of giving up?"
"Exactly. Since they're divine souls, even if they belong to Divine Beings, they must be incomparably fragile now."
"That's right. Everyone, attack at once and shatter these divine souls."
As the voices rang out, without waiting for Jiutian Xuanye to say anything more, cultivators within the crowd swiftly reacted.
In an instant, wind and clouds shifted in the sky, and across a thousand li, Spiritual Qi shook violently.
One powerful spell after another was unleashed by the many cultivators.
Every attack was aimed at the same target: the Divine Power erupting in a surging torrent above the Altar at that very moment.
But although the many cultivators struck quickly, the instant each wave of attacks swept out and touched the Divine Power wrapped around the divine souls, every manner of assault broke apart in midair.
They failed to harm the divine souls in the slightest.
Worse still, as the Divine Power surged and heaved, in the span of a breath, an even stronger counterforce swept out from within it.
The many cultivators who had attacked first saw that things were going badly and hurriedly circulated their energy to dodge.
Those who reacted quickly were not affected, but some of the slower cultivators in the crowd were struck head-on by that Divine Power. Before they could even let out a scream, both