Below the Nascent Soul Stage, All Are Ants

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

A barrage of impacts rang out as dozens of figures were violently embedded in the surrounding stone walls.

The cultivators were not weak. They hastily circulated their techniques and barely steadied themselves, yet blood gushed wildly from their mouths. Every one of them was stunned senseless.

However, when they saw the two Golden Cores suddenly appear before their eyes, the pain on their faces instantly froze.

In terms of injuries, after suffering such a terrifying blast of energy, every one of them had been gravely wounded! Even those least injured would need five or ten years of recuperation before they could fully recover.

Several of the most seriously injured had even damaged their foundations. Unless they could find spiritual medicine capable of repairing them, they would need at least thirty to fifty years of secluded recovery.

Yet compared with Duanmu Kuanglong, whose physical body had exploded outright, Duanmu Liuying and the others farther back were undoubtedly far luckier.

No matter how severe injuries to the physical body were, there was always some way to mend them.

But once the physical body was gone, continuing on the path of cultivation would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Even if one seized another body, one would inevitably suffer tremendous consequences.

Without comparison, there would be no hurt. Seeing how grievously Duanmu Kuanglong and the other two had been injured—one of them even having his Golden Core explode on the spot—

The rest could only feel fortunate!!!

"Big Brother, you... how are you?!"

Seeing Duanmu Kuanglong's Golden Core emerge, Duanmu Liuying's eyes widened, her canthus nearly splitting. She was overwhelmed with grief.

She simply could not believe that in no more than the blink of an eye, her elder brother had suffered such terrible injuries.

Ignoring her own wounds,