As eight black pillars of light rose, the entire wasteland was sealed inside the formation.
The evacuating cultivators hit the boundary.
The thousands at the front were hurled back on the spot.
Han Yu steadied herself, raised her sword, and slashed at the light barrier.
Her Sword Qi struck, leaving only an extremely shallow mark.
"Keep attacking!"
The armies of every dynasty struck simultaneously.
Hundreds of thousands of spells bombarded the same spot.
The light barrier shook violently, but did not break.
Instead, the formation absorbed some of the power and channeled it back to the central area through the underground formation patterns.
Little Black landed on the ground and pressed a claw against a glowing line.
After sensing it for just a moment, Little Black looked up.
"Stop attacking!"
"This formation absorbs Spiritual Power!"
Han Yu immediately ordered everyone to stop.
But it took time for the order to spread.
Many people farther away had not heard and kept attacking the blockade.
The underground formation grew brighter and brighter.
The corpses on the wasteland began to tremble.
The residual power within the cultivators of Great Xun, Great Qian, Great Chu, and the other dynasties who had died here was drained away together.
Blood flowed along the ground into the formation patterns.
Death energy, resentment, fear, and all the emotions born of millions hovering between life and death surged toward the center of the battlefield.
Motian Xing stood among the eight pillars of light and closed his eyes.
He had waited far too long for this moment.
All the deaths caused by the war between the Eight Dynasties had served only to accumulate power.
The hundreds of thousands of departed souls swallowed by the Red Sand Plains had merely brought him to the threshold of the Fifteenth Realm.
What could