Grand Cultivator Shadow Talisman

The three Dao Sect elders stood in midair and struck together.

Boom-

Their vast spiritual power converged into a dazzling pillar of light that slammed into the top of the Blood-Colored Grand Array. Ripples of energy spread down to the ground. With a sharp crack, spiderweb fractures began spreading wildly.

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains trembled!

The deafening blast resounded in every direction. The blood-red dome shattered inch by inch into countless fragments of energy that scattered in all directions, rapidly dimming and vanishing as they flew. The turbulent spiritual energy whipped up fierce winds, sweeping dirt, sand, and stones into the air.

The view around them instantly became bright and unobstructed.

"Die!"

Once the formation was broken, the three Dao Sect elders formed hand seals. With a flick of their fingers, fierce streams of spiritual power rained down like sharp arrows upon every Black-Robed Man on the ground!

In a single instant, every Black-Robed Man at the Qi Refining Seventh Layer was killed!

On the hillside, the masked man watched everything with calm eyes and an indifferent gaze. Then he slowly raised his head to look at the three Dao Sect elders in midair.

Just then, the Dao Sect elder standing in the middle spoke.

"Why are you courting death?"

The masked man offered no reply.

With a slight turn of his wrist, a talisman as black as ink, inscribed with profound and intricate patterns, suddenly appeared in his palm. He tossed it lightly into the air, formed seals with both hands, and injected a stream of spiritual power into it.

In an instant, a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power erupted, enough to make their hearts quail!

"A Grand Cultivator Shadow Talisman?"

The three Dao Sect elders frowned at the talisman the masked man had