What Su Mianmian had set up for Su Jiu was actually just a middle-tier Defensive Formation.
In theory, once enough arts struck it, the defensive formation would shatter.
Even if no one aimed their arts at the defensive formation, the residual force of some attacks would inevitably land on its Defensive Barrier.
Yet some time passed, and the formation remained perfectly steady, entirely unaffected. The residual force of those arts dissipated before it could even strike the defensive barrier, and this was clearly not something a defensive formation could do.
After another stretch of time, quite a few rogue cultivators had suffered serious injuries or even lost their lives.
Then some rogue cultivators who had slipped away to heal discovered a problem.
Not a single Dao cultivator on the opposing side had been seriously injured!
An attack would clearly be powerful and brimming with killing intent, yet when it landed on them, it merely brushed past as lightly as a feather! Most importantly, the attackers had not even realized their arts had been weakened?
What the hell was this? Was some special magic treasure responsible, or was there something unusual about their clothing?
The disciple who noticed this seemed about to speak, but his mouth suddenly closed halfway through opening. He had sneaked away to heal. Wouldn't speaking up now let everyone know he had been slacking off?
There was clearly something wrong with the disciples of the Azure Tide Sect and the other three sects! How could they possibly stand a chance fighting them like this? His eyes shifted slightly, and he turned to slip away.
But he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly fell to the ground and began rolling around, as though something had seized him by the throat. Clutching his throat, he rolled