"So powerful!" Seeing a Golden Core Stage Cultivator blasted to death in a single strike by that Black Lightning Web, the cultivators cried out, their expressions changing drastically. This had clearly caught everyone completely off guard.
Crackle! Rumble! Rumble! At that moment, pitch-black lightning flashed across the surface of the sea. Countless arcs of electricity flickered over the water, actually covering the entire sea.
"What do we do?" These cultivators came from various major sects or were rogue cultivators. With no Great Cultivator presiding over them, they were suddenly a flock of dragons without a head, and could only exchange helpless glances.
"Everyone, attack that Black Pillar of Light and break the formation!" a cultivator shouted.
"All right!" The cultivators paused at his words, then hurriedly answered in unison, assuming he knew how to break the formation. Muttering incantations and rapidly forming hand seals, they sent a sky-blotting barrage of spells hurtling toward the Black Pillar of Light.
But...
Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! The spells struck the Black Pillar of Light with muffled bursts, only to be steadily absorbed into it.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After absorbing the spells and their magic power, the Black Pillar of Light swelled amid rolling thunder, steadily growing larger. By now, even a fool could tell things were going badly.
"Ah! Stop! Stop right now! Those things absorb magic power!"
"What's going on?"
"What kind of formation is this?"
"Damn it! Who told us to attack just now?"
"Exactly! Who told us to attack those things?"
"..."
The cultivators hastily stopped attacking, and chaos engulfed the scene. Forget finding the cultivator who had told them to attack the Black Pillar of Light—they all began cursing furiously. Although some of the calmer cultivators searched their surroundings for weaknesses, what could they accomplish amid such confusion?