Though they had only lightly brushed against that Spiritual Pressure, the Nascent Soul Cultivators were still sent flying backward without any ability to resist, spraying blood wildly.
If not for the protection of the Ancestor Yuan Seal, that single blow would have killed them outright.
Qi Hui also pawed at the ground with all four hooves, threw back his head, and let out a furious roar.
In an instant, a special scale flew from his forehead and exploded with a bang, turning into a mass of blue radiance.
A terrifying Spiritual Pressure swiftly rose from within that glow, as though some utterly dreadful existence were descending. The entire hall began to shake violently as well.
The space around the blue radiance trembled fiercely, as though two immensely terrifying powers were clashing against each other.
Then, a palm-sized phantom flew out of the glow. Its shape was extremely similar to Qi Hui's, and it flashed before vanishing into his body.
As Qi Hui roared, his aura surged wildly, far surpassing the limits of Spirit Transformation.
His body suddenly reared up and charged straight at the azure curved blade.
With an earth-shaking boom, the two collided, and a terrifying tidal wave of spiritual power swept outward.
Only then did the Nascent Soul Cultivators barely recover from the previous impact. At the sight, every one of them went pale. Before such dreadful power, they were no different from ants.
They frantically fled toward the hall entrance while unleashing their strongest hidden means, trying to withstand the terrible Spiritual Pressure.
Fortunately, the Ancestor Yuan Seal floating above their heads displayed its power again, and the protective barrier around them became much thicker.
A series of bangs rang out, and all the Nascent Soul Cultivators were violently slammed straight into the walls of the hall