This scene clearly exceeded everyone's expectations.
Whatever else might be said, the scene Gu Changqing had manifested through the imprint on his palm was ultimately nothing more than an illusion.
Could even Zhurong's formidable physical body, comparable to an innate treasure, fail to crush that so-called "mountain of knives"?
The Ancestral Witches exchanged bewildered looks.
But before they could say anything more,
another eye-popping sight unfolded.
Boom!
At that moment, a great shower of blood burst from beneath Zhurong's feet, a horrifying sight.
In an instant, crimson filled everyone's vision.
"Hiss... what's going on?!"
"Elder Brother Zhurong is actually bleeding?!"
"Heavens, even an Ancestral Witch's body can't withstand the power of Fellow Daoist Changqing's divine ability?"
"The instant they made contact, Brother Zhurong's Dao body seemed to burst open, spilling blood across the battlefield."
"After Fellow Daoist Changqing refined the divine ability imprints, every hellscape seems to have gained an unprecedented, even more formidable power."
"It sweeps through like a force smashing rotten wood-utterly unstoppable!"
The Ancestral Witches exclaimed incessantly, drawing sharp breaths again and again.
None of this matched what they had imagined.
Even an Ancestral Witch acting personally could not shake the power of Gu Changqing's divine ability?
Moreover, this was an overwhelming rout.
Before Zhurong could react at all, his Dao body had been breached, spilling blood on the spot.
Their pupils trembled as though struck by an earthquake as they stared at Gu Changqing, stunned and lost, no longer knowing how to react.
Zhurong's expression, too, changed involuntarily.
The corner of his mouth twitched violently, and his pupils contracted.
Without his saying a word, everyone could tell from that expression just how shaken he was.
In truth, Zhurong was experiencing pain unlike anything he had ever felt.
Unseen, it felt as though tens of thousands