The Pressure of a Third Realm Jade Clarity Cultivator

Another thick five-colored beam erupted from Zhenhai's cannon muzzle, carving a straight corridor of blazing white light through the night sky.

As the light swept over the battlefield, the Flying Shuttle formations locked in combat below were cast into glaring silhouettes for an instant. At the same moment the beam flared, Wu Gu raised both hands and rapidly crossed them before his chest, his ten fingers forming three successive hand seals.

With every seal he formed, a thread of dark green spiritual light seeped from his fingertips into the Flying Shuttle deck beneath his feet, flowing along the moss-like patterns on the hull and into the storage formation inside.

The hulls of the two dark green Flying Shuttles lit up with a dim green glow at the same time. The poisonous mist accumulated in their storage holds was drawn out through rune channels in the walls by the formation, rapidly gathering before the vessels into a thick wall of toxic miasma.

The miasma wall was already thinner than it had been during the previous three rounds, and the dark green light along its edges was no longer as solid as before. Several sections had developed obvious cracks under the beam's impact.

Wu Gu pressed down with his left hand, and a fresh stream of poisonous mist rose from the shuttle's lower hold, filling the expanding cracks.

After maintaining its assault for roughly three breaths, the beam gradually weakened and finally dissipated before the miasma wall. Then another hurricane howled through the area, preventing the surrounding Flying Shuttles from advancing and scattering the poisonous mist that had spread earlier.

Ying Sha stood beside him, watching the fading trail left by the beam. He could not help cursing, "Does that bastard not have any other tactics? There's no skill to this at