On the mountain:
Wang Quan tossed down command flags, one after another.
"Wind, come!"
"Rain, come!"
"Thunder, come!"
Activated by his spells, the command flags, which had been charged with Dharma Power in advance, summoned wind and rain that plunged into the basin, striking and obstructing the cultivators inside.
At the same time, Wang Quan continued reciting the People-Crossing Scripture.
The People-Crossing Scripture transformed into spears that scrambled to stab the vertical eye.
One...
Thirty...
A hundred...
In the underground palace:
The vertical eye howled, black smoke rising all over it; it kept begging the cultivators to release their Magic Treasure Blanks and help it.
But the cultivators all said there was nothing they could do.
A female cultivator consoled it. "These Magic Treasure Blanks are all meant to suppress you."
"We can't use them recklessly!"
The vertical eye swiveled and argued, "I've suffered heavy losses and am extremely weak. You don't need to guard against me!"
The cultivators remained silent.
The vertical eye sneered inwardly. Guard against me? Just you wait. Sooner or later, I'll make every last one of you sink into oblivion.
As it pondered, it stopped feeling any pain.
"The attacks have stopped? Wonderful!"
At that moment, the vertical eye was so excited it wanted to cry.
The cultivators also secretly breathed sighs of relief. The attacks coming through space had finally stopped, and they no longer had to rack their brains tracking down the enemy.
The vertical eye wasn't dead. At most, it had hurt for a while and lost some power.
Although they hadn't found their opponent's actual body during their long-distance spell duel with the unknown expert, it had enriched their experience in magical combat.
Besides, if they ignored the shattered ground, broken walls, and other traces of the battle, the underground palace