Faced with this sudden upheaval, Nanmingzi and Qiongfa Zi did not hesitate. Each unleashed the last resort he had kept in reserve, forcing his body—its Divine Abilities nearly extinguished—to muster the final scraps of Spirit Light and Magic Power!
They knew their limits. With their cultivation, they could not stand against Junior Brother's enemy. Even lending support from the sidelines might only hinder Chen Cuo. So when they acted, their aims were clear—
Using his Sect Leader Authority and his own Spirit Light as a conduit, Nanmingzi summoned the protective formation of the entire Great Hua Secret Realm, drawing it over!
Qiongfa Zi sent his thoughts directly to every corner of the sect, ordering everyone to guard their own posts and stay alert. Whatever happened next, whatever sounds they heard, they were not to panic—and above all, not to get involved!
As Qiongfa Zi lowered the hand with which he had formed the seal, he saw clouds and mist descending like layer upon layer of curtains around Soaring Peak. The Bright Yellow Mist pouring from every part of the Hanging Peak was sealed inside, with nowhere to escape.
He could not help saying, "Senior Brother, let me be frank. I can keep watch here. How can the leader of a great sect put himself in danger? Besides, you were just teaching your new disciple. You can't leave the little girl standing there unattended! One touch of this Bright Yellow Mist stripped even you and me of our Divine Abilities and left us like ordinary men. What about everyone else? Without you looking after things outside, who knows what chaos will break out?"
"We've lost our Magic Power. It took the last of our Spirit Light just to move the formation. Where would we find the strength to leave?"
Nanmingzi flicked